I’ll skip the obligatory confession/excuse paragraph about not blogging in… forever.
Lately I’ve been thinking about stories and narratives in a wider sense. Not just the ones that are published after having been selected and vetted by editors. The ones you hear in news/opinion media. The stories your friend tells you over coffee. The family history conveyed by your grandmother. The anecdote you overhear in the line at the post office. The stories our leaders tell.
Stories are important.
The stories we tell ourselves
shape our understanding of who we are.
The stories our loved ones tell
shape our understanding of what matters most.
The stories our community tells
shape our understanding of the world.
Owl carving at Cragside, UK
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