The Stories We Carry.

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Not only do we carry our stories, we are made of them.

We carry the stories of love and loss, birth and death, joy and grief.

We carry the stories of pain—our own physical, emotional and spiritual pain, the pain of our loved ones, the pain of the world.

We carry stories of who we are, who we think we are, who we want to be.

How do you introduce yourself ? What story do you offer to reveal who you are?

Hi, I’m Kim and I’m a yoga teacher.

I’m a writer.

I’m a mother.

I’ve been married for thirty years.

I am a woman writing herself home with every word that spills from her heart. 

Each version tells a different story. They are all true.

What stories to you tell yourself about your body? About your weight? Back pain?Leg pain? Heart? Do you carry the story that the women in your family all deal with hip pain? Or that heart disease runs in your family?

In Tim O’Brien’s story “The Things They Carried,” each character carries physical items such as boots, rations, weapons, a rain poncho as well as grief, love and loss. Each item, each collection of items reveal a story. A story each character carries.

I’ve always been fascinated by the theory of cellular memory. I remember reading once about a transplant patient who suddenly had cravings for beer and chicken McNuggets and it turned out that was a favorite combo of the donor.

So, if we can carry our likes and dislikes in our cells, why not emotional stories  or ancestral memories?

Some of our stories serve us, others do not. Most healing modalities from counseling and psychotherapy to yoga, cranial sacral and shamanism are ultimately about unearthing those stories. Keeping the ones we need, releasing the ones we don’t.

Through decades of writing and years of yoga and meditation, I have become more conscious of my own stories. The layers and layers of stories I have wrapped myself in are slowly revealed and released. Each time I cry in yoga, it is a story rising to the surface, a story that I’ve carried in my body, ready to be surrendered.

Every story released creates space for the stories that lift me up, that light me up, connecting me with my past, present and future, connecting me with the universe of stories within and around each of us.

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2 thoughts on “The Stories We Carry.

  1. In relation to: we carry likes and dislikes, possibly emotional history in our cells: I very much agree. I experienced it myself in yoga too, when stretching certain areas of my body and suddenly totally forgotten memories which were stuck there would pop up.
    Lately I am fascinated by the realisation that eventhough I am 48 years old. I already existed as an unfertilised egg in my mother while she was in the womb of my grandmother. So technically my first (half) cell was born before WWII. I can see how this is biologically logical to transfer behavorial patterns throug the female line. It also means we are all born twice. Strange, not?

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