What is my story?

Tomorrow morning I shall be out of my comfort zone, delivering a couple of workshops at a college. If I wasn’t so shattered, I’d be panicking about it now. Or maybe I’ve got better at the not worrying about tomorrow, consider the lilies of the field thing??

What _is_ in my head is the question “what is my story?” I’ve thoroughly enjoyed a conversation tonight with one of my very few fb friends who I don’t know in real life. We became friends after a Rob Bell talk we were both at, and tonight have chatted and she said she would like to know more of my story. So what are my stories? I know there are many many ways in which I can present who I am – I’m def more than the sum of all that’s happened to me so don’t want to present a list of life events. I’m fond of my summation on fb “lover of humanity, harbinger of hope” – lots has brought me to who I am now, far more than can be typed whilst I’m falling asleep. I have started to reflect on who I think I am – maybe that will be tomorrow’s blog? But for now – and maybe this is the geographer in me? – this is who I feel that I am - I am a river flowing to the ocean passing through this land.

http://youtu.be/jet_kk8Zp84

Since first discovering this song at a folk festival, it has resonated deeply with me – maybe as I am keen to remember how we are all interconnected, we don’t operate in isolation tho we sometimes feel and act that way.  We may start little and fast, and become more meandering, as we grow each time we encounter more and more other sources – some adding a few drips, others massive tributaries. And we’re not done when we reach the ocean, cos it’s all part of an amazing life-giving water cycle. I’m off to bed contentedly and will enjoy my rivery-ness.