CELEBRATE This Week LXXXVII (87)
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My family had the privilege of hosting 8 friends (slicers, teachers, writers) from 7 different states for dinner. It is one of those moments when you know as it’s happening it is affirming you, changing you, and positioning you all at the same time. We laughed and cried and laughed laughed laughed.
Perhaps you don’t recognize them from the photo. You will recognize them from their blog names. From left to right in the photo, you will find…
Andy grilled for us. He’d do just about anything for these women. They handed back pieces of me when my writing life was fragile.
It is a risk to open our worlds to others. I place words — honest, raw, beautiful, messy words on the page — and build a story. Bit by bit my story unfolds in notebooks and articles and books and blogs (traveling through time from Inspiring Readers and Writers and Two Writing Teachers and now here).
I have a lifetime collected in scraps of stories, always turning to the page to gather words.
I look at this photo and it anchors me. It reminds me that I always get more than I give when I clack words and open my world.
Home is where I get to be wholly me. It is an honor to host these women who have helped me believe my story matters. They call themselves the Ruth Ayres Fan Club. It makes my cheeks rosy and my heart tingle. Andy claims presidency of the club. This makes me laugh.
Now I know Story refuses to have anything to do with getting it right. Story defies perfection. Story refuses stagnation.Story laughs at being controlled.
I celebrate finding this truth because I’m surrounded (in my home and around the globe) by people who write their stories because I write mine.