The Story Of Your Story

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I am a storyteller…and so are you!

From day to day, from minute to minute we are telling the stories that create our lives- who we “are,” what we “do” what we “stand for.”

Stories describe us, they define us, they label us.

Essentially we simply become a collection of stories- stories written by us for ourselves and those written for us by others that we choose to believe.

The stories we tell have the power to shape our identity, our personality, our ability to cope and thrive or our capacity to find inner peace and happiness.

Our story determines whether we can or we can’t, whether we should or we shouldn’t…

Essentially the entire notion of “I am” is a story.

Mostly we travel through life unaware of our stories or the impact they have on our successes, our personal growth, our relationships with others or on our own self-worth.

We often don’t recognise that stories can be kept….or they can be changed.

Sometimes we become so attached to our stories that we forget the fact that they are simply stories.

Sometimes we mistakenly believe that we are our stories.

 

Welcome to Thinking Possibility– The Story Of You :)

 

(Thinking Possibility is making a little change in direction…just because I can! Life has been very busy for the past few months so thanks for your patience while we set a new course…who knows where we may end up! Thanks for accompanying me on the journey. Telene xx)

Teachers Come in All Shapes And Sizes

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Our teachers come in many forms….

 

They wandered into the shop I was browsing in, carrying inside with them a friendly banter and bright smiles. They’d just been out for their weekly coffee together.

The aunt wore a t-shirt which declared ‘Nobody is perfect…except for me!’

The niece wore a mischievous grin and her cheeky “Hello!” lit up the shop. The store manager and I were soon drawn into the pair’s hilarious ribbing of each other. Their dry humour and snappy come-backs had us in stitches.

 

I’d seen them before on the “Special Bus.”

Our society of labels would call them “intellectually disabled.”

 

Their love for each other was apparent as their comedy routine became more and more wicked.

Every time I thought I couldn’t laugh any harder I did.

Through the tears of laughter I happened to look past them out of the window into the bright sunshine and saw there a world of scurrying suits all too focused on “work” and “doing’ and clock-watching to even notice the blue sky above.

At that moment I had a blinding insight. Continue reading

The Boy, The Old Man And The Donkey…

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A simple story today…

 

Once upon a time an old man, a boy and a donkey were going to town.

The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked alongside.

They were chatting and enjoying the day.

As they went along they passed some people who remarked loudly that it was a shame that the old man was walking and the boy was riding.

The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.

A little later they passed another group of people who observed ‘What a shame, he makes that little boy walk!’

So the old man and the boy then decided they’d both walk. Continue reading