Thursday, February 19, 2009

The magic of the telling

Our circles are small when we live our stories, though we cast them wide for the telling. In our most cherished legends and dreams, we are ordinary goddesses: powerful, capable, woolly-caped and bold, and everything we touch turns right.

These are the stories we share not to make others chill and shudder, drawing their musty pilled cardigans close around their shoulders, thinking of where they'd rather be, and other pressing obligations as the tea grows cold and the soup congeals in greasy bowls; not to vent our frustration at never finding the right door in an endless sweat-soaked dream, the clock ticking ever faster in its urgent, nagging, persistent voice; not to wail in grief or dessicating bitterness at our wasted efforts, unborn children, ever-expanding girth and irrevocably lost opportunities.

These are the stories we share to draw others close, the stories that bind us together harmonious with the spell-craft, the ordinary strength we share as mothers, sisters, aunts; the fortitude to reach down and draw our little sister, our daughter from the bottom of the muddy lake where she fell, not even feeling the cold sting of the water, the ache of pounded muscle or the burning of oxygen-starved lungs; the ability to revive this found child, an everyday miracle, from the spell of the foamy water with a single breath. These stories are best served alongside some fresh-baked bread, yeasty with currants and cinnamon; piping-hot tea made with garden-fresh herbs; a cheery fire, long tight hugs and belly-warming laughter.

These are the stories that bind us together. And when we are together, we know, we feel it deep down, that everything is going to turn out alright.

11 comments:

BeerBellyBuddah said...

"These are the stories we share to draw others close, the stories that bind us together..."

Rachel,

Your words are a triumph! A coffee break well spent.

jozien said...

You're so awesome Rachel. Beautiful!

Noelle said...

That's beautiful.

Lisa said...

gosh you inspire me xx

colleen said...

I can see the circle of women storytellers making story magic.

Faith said...

I love this, Rachel. Your writings and your blog give me such inspiration...I think you make me feel "deep down, that everything is going to turn out alright." And that I can be a part of this story tradition. How life affirming.

RachelW said...

Thank you all... I'm glad you enjoyed this, and I greatly appreciate the story/dream a friend wrote me about which inspired this piece.

Karen said...

I love the feeling of community that this evokes. The stories of our lives, told over and over, in the telling become shared history and thereby more bearable. You really capture this.

RachelW said...

Thanks Karen! :) Community is so important, and I think I neglect it too much.

Poetikat said...

How did you get into my tea-cold, soup-congealing kitchen! How did you know?
Brilliant!

Kat

RachelW said...

Haha, that was your kitchen, was it Kat? :)