March 8, 2012 by Rosemerry
I drop these stories of who and how— every barrier between us crumbles
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, non-judgment, poems, poetry, stories, tanka, unity | 4 Comments
Alright, did you have a helicopter to get that photo? The “who and how” just shimmers on the tongue. Very lovely.
Ha! I was sitting on the chairlift … the tracks that day were incredible, even bear!
Ahh, but stories can also serve as bridges, not barriers.
“This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.” -Terry Tempest Williams
Only the stories we don’t cling to can heal us … The ones we take on as our own become cages. Nostalgia. Imagination. But I agree, stories can heal us when we let them have wings
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Alright, did you have a helicopter to get that photo?
The “who and how” just shimmers on the tongue. Very lovely.
Ha! I was sitting on the chairlift … the tracks that day were incredible, even bear!
Ahh, but stories can also serve as bridges, not barriers.
“This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.”
-Terry Tempest Williams
Only the stories we don’t cling to can heal us … The ones we take on as our own become cages. Nostalgia. Imagination. But I agree, stories can heal us when we let them have wings