To recall past events and learn lessons from them is one of the oldest mythic traditions in the human lineage. Since ancient times, people have gathered to recall legends, retell tribal stories and teach young ones through remembering the adventures of those who came before them.
Therefore it comes as no surprise, after decades of working with narrative transformation and restorying, to find that it is the inner landscape of our memories that hold the most fertile ground for the creation of our future.
Over the last few years I have experienced this life changing transition in many forms. Whether it was the death of family members, the death of friendships or the death of parts of my identity, each time I was left changed forever. Transformed by the gift of insight, love and surrender to forces beyond my human control.
This week however, like a bolt from the blue, I was told that friends of mine had lost their young daughter to cancer.
There have always been stories that tell us where we came from and why we are here. They differ in shape, size, colour and character, yet at the end of each tale there always seems to be a call back into life’s biggest secret.