What’s your story?

What stories do we remember most easily? For many of us they are the books we read, or were read to us, as children.

Stories that frequently come to mind in our family are

  • Hansel and Gretel
  • The Three Little Pigs
  • The Giving Tree

Each of these teaches underlying lessons without beating us over the head.

Each has one or more lines that echo in our minds.

Whether we are writing an article for our newsletter or writing a book to sell on our website or from the back of the room, a core piece to drawing in our audience is being able to share our story.

  • What are our values?
  • Why is it important that we work with the people we work with?
  • What issues excite us and why?
  • How do we work with our clients?

According to Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings, “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”

A story from early in our marriage reflects on our willingness to go with the flow. It took place a year or so after we graduated from college. Frank and I were both working full time jobs for the first time so we splurged, renting a ‘luxury’ apartment complete with a gas fireplace in the living room and access to a swimming pool, exercise room and party room in a nearby building.

However, Frank was going to graduate school that fall so we had talked to the manager earlier in the summer about breaking our lease and moving to low income housing in the fall.

Frank was a recreation therapist at a mental health clinic that was a placement setting for psychiatric residents from The Menninger Foundation. Frank and a couple of the social workers at the clinic decided to host a graduation party for the residents using our party space.

The night of the party I went swimming with several of our guests including the black psychiatric nurse from the clinic. Other residents of the complex were relaxing around the pool although we had exclusive access to the party area. The lights were low with lots of candles. Someone had brought a CD with synthesizer-generated music that could be interpreted in many different ways.

The next morning the apartment manager was banging on our door so loudly I thought he was going to break it. With a face so red I expected him to fall over with a heart attack, the first words out of his mouth were “Who let the n—-r in the pool?” My jaw dropped as I responded that she was my friend. He told Frank later he had the wrong person for a wife. (We are still together more than 45 years later.)

We were scheduled to leave for Toronto the next day where I would be giving a talk at an international conference. When the manager told us he couldn’t assure the safety of our possessions while we were gone we knew we had to make our move that afternoon rather than a month later.

We went out to the new complex we were moving to and discovered there were five townhouses available that were not yet occupied. None were in the building we thought we were moving into. One had a refrigerator in it. Guess where we moved?

We gathered a group of friends. Packed boxes faster than we had ever done. By late afternoon our food was in a new refrigerator and our belongings were stacked high in a brand new living room across town. A friend had disconnected our phone – in 1969 phones were hardwired into the walls – no handy jacks and plugs. And we were headed to Kansas City to spend the night with my folks before flying away the next morning.

Frank promised me a life full of adventure when he proposed. Neither of us expected that to include moving across town in less than twelve hours. This was not the last time we have been surprised by life and needed to trust Spirit and go with the flow. And there are undoubtly a few more times ahead of us.

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What stories do you have in your past that are a precursor of your present? I’d love to explore these with you as your Book Enchantress. It’s time to share your powerful gift with the Universe.

Give me a call at 843-593-0045 or use this link to schedule a call to talk about what is involved.

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