There is nothing like grief to focus our attention on the briefness of life. Our stories are so very short in the grand scheme of things. Rocks, water, and trees will outlive me. Even many human structures such as my home and the roads I drive on, will probably survive me. I tend to go on my merry way each day without thinking about this, but what if I do ponder it for a moment?
A recent visit to the art gallery, lead me to see the powerful words of Ojibwe journalist and author, Richard Wagamese:
All that we are is story.
From the moment we are born to the time we continue on our spirit journey, we are involved in the creation of the story of our time here. It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind.
We are not the things we accumulate. We are not the things we deem important. We are story. All of us.
What comes to matter then is the creation of the best possible story we can while we’re here; you, me, us, together.
When we can do that and we take the time to share those stories with each other, we get bigger inside, we see each other, we recognize our kinship – we change the world, one story at a time.”
That’s it.
Creating our best story with our lives and sharing it.
Click here to learn more about Richard Wagamese.
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