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1/5/2012

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Muriel Rutledger said "The universe is made up of stories not of atoms." 
This is so true. Our first stories are family stories. These stories inform our identity and our choices too. Have you ever heard a family story which began "people like us never/always..."? Or maybe you've heard the one that begins "you take after your uncle/aunt .."

There are all kinds of stories. There are the stories we have been told and the stories we tell ourselves. Some of them inspire us and some of them wound us. Some stories build our faith in ourselves and make us strong. Other stories steal our energy or write us off before we even begin.


There are always hidden layers and threads in our stories, beliefs inherited from our families of origin and beliefs we have come to ourselves. Sometimes we have told a story so often that we don't hear ourselves anymore. Maybe we have never felt heard in our whole lives. Some stories were true once but are no longer true now.

 It is good to tell our stories and be heard. It is also good to listen to our own stories and question them from time to time. Maybe .....
    
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