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Did You Want to Hear My Story?
I am awake, I am alive, and this morning all I can think about is … our stories.
You know, the ones that people ridicule; the ones that people dismiss as us “losing track”; the ones silenced, replaced by emotionless statistics and figures. Yes, those ones.
In my humble opinion, stories are life. It matters not what day two people meet. What matters is the story of how that day went – was it love or hate at first sight? Was there mutual respect or mutual curiosity or mutual fear or was there nothing mutual at all?
It is our stories that relay the true pain or pleasure of any given moment, the very emotion of life – the very thing so long exiled from board rooms and negotiation tables and we cannot let that continue to happen. Some cultures have taught themselves to “not feel”, allowing them the “freedom” to make truly heartless decisions (Gawd knows we see proof of that regularly!) but that is not our way. That is not our strength.
Today I implore my non-Indigenous followers to LISTEN TO THE STORY of the Indigenous man or woman who stands before you. For if you do, you will soon realize it is right on point, often simply with the subject reversed (and there is a reason for that). Many just think it is nicer, more polite, even more “civilized” if you will, to tell a story in which I am the idiot than to simply state that it is you that are the fool.
And to my Indigenous followers, tell your stories but only to those who have earned the right to hear.
And if they have not, take that under advisement too. As an author, I guess I have always had the advantage of living this first hand. I mean, if someone is not interested in my stories, in my writing, in the art in which I pour out my very soul, then how can they possibly say they are interested in me at all?
But they do and they have and in my mind, they never really were, not in the real me.
And what if you are not an author? Same rule – if they have no time for your stories, this is not where you should stop.
So today my friends of all colours, listen as your elder or child shares a story even if he/she has shared it a hundred times before. Your task is not an easy one. You must listen and discern not only why they needed to tell/hear it again but why they felt you did as well.
Don’t brush it off as dementia or child’s play. Don’t dismiss it as “babbling” as I horribly did for years. Listen. See if you can hear their heart in the words for I guarantee you, it is in there.
Food for thought.
I love you! HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS