Something a man said today.
A little story, if you will.
He was driving toward a meeting I attend and noticed that the rain water looked ready to spill over.
Immediately, an immense sadness filled him.
The rain turned to tears in his mind.
This rain, it must spill and soak the earth to bring new change, to grow something wonderful.
Our tears must fall.
We use them to water our lives, to spill this pain, so something magnificent can grow from it.
We cannot grow until we allow ourselves to feel the pain, the sadness, we sometimes feel.
It can change into something poignant, and from there, beauty.
- December 10, 2016
Every life is a collection of stories.
This story feels like it became mine, even as it was his.
We absorb and collaborate, with only the mere telling or hearing of a story. We bind them to our souls and feed them for others to hear, to learn from, to become.