“If a story is in you, it has to come out.”
― William Faulkner
“The universe is made of stories, not atoms.”
We walk and breathe among stories, but so many of them are invisible and unspoken. So when a group of people gather of a rainy evening to offer their stories to each other — what priceless gifts we receive! That’s why hearing essays and poems read and even sung at a Write Group open-mike event proved so energizing and inspiring.
In the space of two hours, we traveled from a spirited battle between stormy weather and technology to a humorous ode to sneakers to a survivor’s World War II account. Along the way, we heard a heartfelt poem on lost love and a lighthearted father-daughter exchange.
For me, and I’m sure for others in the audience, the most touching part of the evening came a man named Dennis sang a eulogy he had written for Caroline, a beloved young relative of his who died of a brain tumor. How much courage it must have taken to put his grief into words and then to share them, first with his family and later, with a community of writers. To hear his voice wavering with emotion as he sang goodbye to this young woman and to feel the love and loss that shaped his tribute to her was to witness a moment of true grace.
So often, we feel called to capture a fleeting thought or a deep feeling, but then, for some reason, we let them slip away. But each of the voices on this rainy evening made the decision to be heard — and that takes courage and conviction. Courage and conviction — that’s what it takes to write dangerously. Write on.