The Story

Your never think that your story is that interesting. Or the story of the land you have grown up in. It is too familiar and too close. It is so much a part of you that it is uninteresting. The story is no strange enough to be interesting. Its like running your hand along a smooth surface, we only notice the imperfections. If you run your hand over that surface for hours, days, years then your fingers go numb and you notice nothing.

Look at things from a different view point. A different angle shows a new surface. Or travel to someplace very different for a few months. When you return, things will look different. All that to say that every story is interesting… eventually.

I used to think that the Maritimes was supremely uninteresting. After having lived ‘away’ for several years I understood that our stories were beautiful and interesting because you don’t hear them from anywhere else. I lived in a dry land at the foot of the Rockies. I lived in the USA during the Bush years. I was dying inside. I missed the ocean and the stories and people that lived by the water.

Tell the stories. They are beautiful. Tell them in whatever way you can.