“Because," explained Mary Rommely simply,
"the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The
child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is
necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of
this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can
reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my
age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the
great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in
my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for. [Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn]
Those who I feel
myself writing to, have some remarkably amazing minds. I have been
having such a struggle adjusting to the changes in my thinking, my mind, yet
recently reminded myself how storytelling has always helped me round and through
this sort of setback.
And for this I’m grateful. And for what I CAN remember. And even
for what seems lost forever. To me.
Without the capacity to tell myself stories, I would simply
NOT have the oxygen necessary to keep showing up.
All the parts of My Life deserve my attention.
I love you, Currie
2 comments:
Yes, I too find storytelling to be supremely helpful.
Praying for you through your difficult passage.
much love
k
Ah!! Yes!! Life is a story. You are the author.
Love and hugs!!
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