“STORY ITSELF…”

Janet's logo textStory is a word that means chronicle, narrative, legend, fable etc. But Story Itself, well that’s different. How do I know? My clients taught me. What my clients continue to teach is that each voice is a powerful tool. And, that each human being has a unique memory voice that does not change over time. It just rests in the ether of silence; that is, unless someone inquires.

The ITSELF cadence of a STORY looks something like this…

  • At the beginning of an interview client voices are quiet, unsure and falter between thoughts. But once they trust their individual cadence they never waiver.
  • The pace of how a client breathes between words discloses their unique speaking voice.
  • The easiest disclosures are about what they love, who they love and why they love.
  • How they love is revealed in a pause between words or a subtle deep breath.
  • I feel their disappointments that rest in the tone of their voice and the pace of their telling.
  • Their choice of word informs me that they are happy, afraid, joyous or sorrowful.
  • When quieting their speaking voice they are about to reveal a secret.
  • To laugh aloud at their own words means they just learned something about themselves.
  • Regrets are never given freely; but, a long-held breath or a deep sigh says it all.
  • Hope, on the other hand, is expressed fully and genuinely.
  • I’ve learned to listen closely to inflections and word choice. These reveal intention.
  • During transcription there are deep sighs, long pauses and even dead space. Sometimes I can garner a meaning; but most often the space is for their remembering. 
  • All clients say: “…my life was just so ordinary.” But, their intonation in speaking these words begins, maybe for the first time ever, to cause them to wonder what ordinary really means.

“AND, THEN WE WERE…”

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YOU might ask—I certainly would—why I leave an open-ended title in most of my blogs. It’s because I don’t know what is to come until I begin to write.

You see, writing is an art no less and no more than wonder or thought. All humankind FEELS their healing thoughts and they wonder at the mystery of thinking them—that is until others proclaim we should think differently—Like Them.

Did our thoughts then change? Throughout history that answer depended on the consequence placed on speaking for or against—Like Them.

My hope is that my sisters and brothers throughout our Earth held in time without end each healing thought and their wonder at the mystery of thinking it! For in this case: AND, THEN WE ARE.

“THERE CAN NEVER BE A YESTERDAY…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2So, my Dear Readers, you may wish to counter my hypothesis “There Can Never Be a Yesterday” by trusting in the past. Yet, wasn’t it just a moment ago that what each of us experienced became our yesterday? Did you, in that moment, remember how it felt or tasted or what it taught?

Maybe we humankind, like the lyrics in the Beatles song “Yesterday” must believe in our days gone by.

And, YES, the past embraces where we’ve been and tomorrow holds the hope of where we’re going. But existence itself can never be more than this moment.

For example: At the time I post this blog MY moment will be in yesterday’s memory. Yours, however, will be in the moment you read it. See what I mean?

“HOPEFULNESS AND/OR DESPAIR…”

wordsHopefulness is an interesting word. If I break it there is hope and fullness; well less one L. And, within its boundaries are ideas like optimism and expectation and trust.

Of course, there is always the other extreme: despair. This is hopelessness and if I break this word it is hope less; well ness too if you insist on correctness.

The AND/OR I refer to in the title is because being humankind we each, sometimes in a single moment, encounter the wide-ranging impact of these polar opposites.

I guess what I’m wondering is can I choose, in a single moment, which to feel? There are already so many ways I self-evaluate must I continually broaden my sensitivity compass? MY ANSWER: That depends on whether I position myself in hopefullness or despair. 

“JULY FOURTH – HOPE AND FAITH…” July 4, 1776-July 4, 2012

Hope represents all human emotion whether we wish for it, have it, anticipate it, or dream about it. Faith, well that is altogether a different word because it requires us to trust, believe and commit to faithfulness. Words are never just words! They quantify the depth of belief that exists in the souls of all humanity. I believe hope and faith are the decisive factors that will determine human survival.

Today is INDEPENDENCE DAY (not the movie, which I loved) but the one commonly known in America as Fourth of July: commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776 {236 years ago}.

“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them…

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter…”

I could forever search Webster’s Dictionary and never craft the freedom words the 1776 Committee of Five gifted to a new America. I remember their words whenever even the least of my freedoms disappear. It’s cumulative you know; the loss of freedom. Ask your sisters and brothers around the world. They’ll tell you.

The News – Frustration or Hope?

 June 10, 2010 My intent is not to become frustrated with the news of our world. To myself I say, “Just stay focused on the word hope.” I find this comparable to placing a young plant in the soil, giving it no attention yet expecting it to grow. You do see the implausible at work here, don’t you?

All right then what is this hope I’m so attached to?  Hope, the word, means expect, trust, desire, dream and faith. Words we all lean towards, yet words that fall down, sometimes in a violent storm, other times in violent acts of hatred. I wonder, might I fall into my own violent storm and through an act of hatred become another newsworthy story; at least until something more violent shows up. Human beings, me, for example, can fear/hate things we do not understand. Therefore, we judge, we quarrel, we give our differences acronyms and we believe our way is the way. This is where we are, and yet, that young plant still awaits our nurturing hand.