Dear Narrative Practices - a love letter

 

Dear Narrative Practices and Ideas,

How are you? Have you found all the people you need to find? My hopes and dreams for you is that you reach every storyteller-soul and re-author their thinking and ways of being!

The song “Rekhe iddara sake” from kannada movie Chinnari mutha has the following words:

Listen to the song here 

Are mere wings enough?

Birds need the sky to fly high.

Are mere legs enough?

Deer need speed to jump high.

Are mere flowers enough?

It needs the wind to spread the scent.

Mere water is not enough

A river needs the valley to make a river.

Mere clouds are not enough

Isn't Earth required for rain to pour upon?

Are mere eyes enough?

Do we not need objects to see?

Is mere voice enough?

Do we not need a song to sing together?!

 

This song reminds me that a person does not exist in isolation or in small confined relationships. We are more than that one relationship; we are all that we seek in our landscape. We are agents of values, dreams, beliefs and hopes in a landscape of action.

The landscape is as important as the person acting in that space and life is a co-creation. Tending to this garden or forest, taking care of who we are and where we are; who we want in our lives and who we choose to picnic with, in this garden or forest are choices we can make.

When I am with the Narrative Practices community, I feel a joy in belonging, like coming home to a safe – brave space. (You can read a beautiful poem here on Brave Spaces). I wish to take these practices into my life and hopefully pass it on to my people in small and big ways.

I wish, even ask for a boon - that we can wave a magical wand and re-author all our old ways of being into the language of justice, fair-mindedness and humanity, where we allow ourselves to loiter intentionally in the landscape of our lives to find purpose and meaningful co-existence free of oppression, prejudice and discrimination.

Love you loads,

S

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