Thank you, Anne. I'm also glad that you see my essays as "story." I'm thinking about these things: what is the end point of a story? And how is a story different from an essay?
Thank you for sharing. This is a heartfelt story, especially since your family also experienced the storm first hand. It is also a strong reminder to read until the end of the story. I sometimes find myself making a judgement based on only some of the information. When I listen closer and ask more questions I find that I was mistaken and have to revise "my" story.
For the worst storms in my life, it was always my brother who seemed to know, almost instinctively, that I was in danger. Somehow, he always found me and he always brought me home. I’ve come to believe that the real storms are the ones too great for us to face alone. In those moments, it is family, community, and those who truly love us that step in to help us face the dangers bigger than ourselves.
I really appreciate your comment. Yes, the really big storms are those too big to handle alone. It’s truly a miracle to have people who will look after us in those times. Like your brother.
Loved your piece, Michele. I can't think of my own personal perfect storm, but I'm really happy to read that Walter Allen survived his. And that his brother survived it as well, when both easily could have died. Your article also made me remember the admonition from some bumper sticker I read, "Don't believe everything you think." Or was it from a spiritual teacher, or maybe a neuroscientist? We're really good at jumping to conclusions but not nearly as good at wondering if those conclusions could be flawed. You have to wonder how much of what we think we know simply isn't true.
Thank you Michele for raising the question, "what can we learn from history, stories that have gone before us?" and encouraging your readers to hang in there, wait for the end of the story to encouragement and hope. We need it in this time. I'm working on a post with a similar theme.
Thank you, Anne. I'm also glad that you see my essays as "story." I'm thinking about these things: what is the end point of a story? And how is a story different from an essay?
Thank you for sharing. This is a heartfelt story, especially since your family also experienced the storm first hand. It is also a strong reminder to read until the end of the story. I sometimes find myself making a judgement based on only some of the information. When I listen closer and ask more questions I find that I was mistaken and have to revise "my" story.
For the worst storms in my life, it was always my brother who seemed to know, almost instinctively, that I was in danger. Somehow, he always found me and he always brought me home. I’ve come to believe that the real storms are the ones too great for us to face alone. In those moments, it is family, community, and those who truly love us that step in to help us face the dangers bigger than ourselves.
I really appreciate your comment. Yes, the really big storms are those too big to handle alone. It’s truly a miracle to have people who will look after us in those times. Like your brother.
Loved your piece, Michele. I can't think of my own personal perfect storm, but I'm really happy to read that Walter Allen survived his. And that his brother survived it as well, when both easily could have died. Your article also made me remember the admonition from some bumper sticker I read, "Don't believe everything you think." Or was it from a spiritual teacher, or maybe a neuroscientist? We're really good at jumping to conclusions but not nearly as good at wondering if those conclusions could be flawed. You have to wonder how much of what we think we know simply isn't true.
Thanks, Be. We all busy learners...are those teachers spiritual gurus, neuroscientists, or even AI? Or "just" bumper stickers? Hmmmm.
Thank you Michele for raising the question, "what can we learn from history, stories that have gone before us?" and encouraging your readers to hang in there, wait for the end of the story to encouragement and hope. We need it in this time. I'm working on a post with a similar theme.