When the Words Remembered for Me

When the Words Remembered for Me

Sacred Storylines – Post 3

There are certain kinds of remembering that feel less like recall and more like release.


Not thinking—but unburdening.


Not organizing—but feeling.


That’s what began to happen when I started answering questions from a gift I hadn’t expected to change me.


My youngest son and his wife gave me a subscription to StoryWorth one Christmas. Each week, I received a simple email: a writing prompt in the form of a question about my life.

Continued on my website…

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