Nothing is just what you see!
Your eyes deceive you.
Your camera deceives you even more.
You see what you choose to see. You leave out what you don't like, what doesn't fit in your scheme of things. You edit all the time. Even when you don't do it on purpose. You are a merciless Editor!
And this brings me to Writing Your Life Story.
Which is my topic for this Sunday.
A meditation topic.
A heavy, crushing topic.
Let me explain. I am reconstructing my life story. Some of you have actually followed along and read this piece or that. ( If you are curious, follow this
link). You have assumed, rightly so, that everything I write is TRUE.
This needs an explanation.
If one of my brothers or cousins were to write these same pieces, they would have a different story all together. First, because their life experiences have been different. Secondly, their emphasis would be different. Their purpose in writing would be different.
Also, I wrote from the perspective of an old woman looking back, in time and space, and language. How much do I really remember? How much has been transformed by my home-sickness? How much are the rantings of someone who moved away when she was so young?
Your children and spouse(s) will have a different take of today than you do. You might remember the meal you prepared, the flowers you placed on the side table, the weather outside. They will remember the comment you made about their hair, the rebuff they received from their sibling, the fight they had for the remote control.
We are singularly selective and unique in our perspective-the scenes we describe, the mood we paint, the words we string together. We are storytellers.
Most of all, we are always changing lenses, depending on the mood of the moment.
It is this ability of ours that makes us so interesting.
