What are

the stories
you tell yourself,
when you’re
alone in your bed?
Or in that
dark place
we all go to hide,
which also happens
to hide our
light?

What are
the stories
you tell
yourself
when you’re riding
the wave
of unexpected
windfalls and
grace?

Have you perhaps,
like me,
forgotten that
you are the
same
person, in both
these instances?
Yet these strories,
are very likely
to be
universes
apart.

Why does this
matter, Dear One?
It matters because
the story sets
the course,
it trims your sails,
and opens your
heart and mind
to the incredible
possibilities
that are you.
And while no-one
ever talked themselves
into a better place…
Ha! Actually, they have!
Stories are
not what
define us.
There is no separation:
stories ARE us.
They are both who
we aspire to
be, and who
we desperately
want to get
away from
being.

So let me
ask
you
again:
what are the
stories
you are crafting?
They are there,
whether you
are actively creating
them,
or not.
So you might
as well
dive in,
the water,
after all,
is
lovely.

~Lu