I'm still luxuriating in my newly found time for self care. Yesterday, I saw a beautiful Australian film called Paper Planes. In the daytime. With my husband. No babysitter required. Extraordinary!
I laughed and cried through this film, completely engaged with a beautiful boy and his dream, set amid the exhausting hell of fresh grief.
Not since 'Lars and the Real Girl' have I loved a film so much. And it reminded me of the role of stories. We want to connect with each other and story is a natural platform for that. Through hearing another's story we celebrate with them, we grieve with them, we cheer them on. Muriel Rukeyser, poet and teacher, was right, when she said, 'The world is not made up of atoms. The world is made up of stories.'
In my Year of Living Well, I want to hear and share stories. It's our way through, and our way forward. The next time someone says, 'This funny/weird/terrible/amazing thing happened to me...', please stop what your doing, and listen carefully with your ears and your mind and your heart. It may just be the story that holds up a mirror to your life an reveals the very thing you are searching for.
What's your favourite film of all time?
Indigo Kate x