Yesterday, I asked  myself why I continue to do things that make no sense to anyone else but me. I love it when questions that are posed by myself are answered by the universe. It answered the question this morning, via a poem by William Stafford:

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

“The Way It Is” by William Stafford

➡ My thread is the love of story. The power it has to transform not just the self but others.
➡ When I am doubting and about to embark upon a journey that makes no sense (which I currently am), I have found it really helpful to take a moment to reflect and feel its pull.

If you’re on a journey that appears to make no sense to anyone but yourself, I hope you find this poem both helpful and hopeful 🙏 ✨

#Keep going
#storytelling

#knowyourwhy