These are the times of unravelling.
I have said it before, and I will no doubt say it again.
Unravelling is as easy or hard as we make it.
The stories we have clung to over the previous hundreds of years are fading away.
Our choice now is whether we will fade with them or embrace a phase in human evolution where we simply don’t yet know the answers.
This is akin to being lost.
“Stories are like the water in which we swim, all pervasive land yet easily imperceptible”
This year has felt like a whirlpool of change.
Largely it has been out of our personal control and yet, calling each and every one of us to take greater responsibility for the stories within which we choose to swim.
A friend of mine emailed me this week.
She expressed a deep feeling that the rest of 2020 was only going to get more mad and crazy and not less. She asked what I felt we could do in the face of all our stories breaking down.
I had to stop and think about it.
More than that, I had to feel it in my bones.
Then I walked outside and asked the mountain.
This has been a year of revelations. The last few months have been incredible, scary, traumatic, empowering and liberating; all coming in waves, breath by breath.
I have been remembering.
This weeks storyhack begins with a tale from my past.