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The Power of Our Story

June 9, 2020 by JanSmith

Imagine you were able to hold the book of your own life in your hands. It has a unique cover that clearly depicts the colours, textures and words of your existence. The chapters within symbolize you and your life journey. The title of the book would represent why you are here. The pages within give the context for what you have come here to learn, create and share with others.

Each chapter is unique. It has its own title that encompasses a specific period or event in your life. Some of the chapters are filled with happy moments and others you would rather cross out sentences or tear out pages. If not, you would dearly love to rewrite them from a new perspective.

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The story has paused just at this moment in time where you currently inhabit. The person you see in front of you has lived the chapters before and is a representation of the culmination of all those life experiences that are uniquely yours. The past has informed who you are, yet each day is the opportunity to write a new part of your story.

Our stories are carried in our bodies. They come to us from our earliest recollections as the processing of events in our lives. They are our perceptions of the world and come delicately attached with emotional energy and memory. Our earliest stories are often written within family, our first teachers. Beyond are the cultural and community influences that shape our view of the world.

Each time we retell the story of something that has happened in our lives it is delicately edited. Surprisingly as we tell some tales of life the emotional memory surges through in a deep well of love, hurt or grief that springs from our heart, or tears that drop from our eyes. At the time we may be surprised with the vividness of our emotional response. It does not seem to matter if the event was long ago, the emotions can vividly resurface.

On each telling the story transforms anew. Parts of our recall from the moment of experience remain, while other parts become embellishments of deeper understanding framed from our life experience. We may feel the need to retell the story many times to gain further clarity or to change our perception. When a story keeps us stuck in a moment in time, we need a prompt to search for alternate memories to balance our recall and strengthen resolve to move forward. If our story is part of a larger picture it needs the validation of others for this to happen. As we hold the collective stories of struggle, hurt and grief we give each other the opportunity to recalibrate earlier chapters of our life journey.

How wonderful it is to hear each other’s stories. There are benefits for both the speaker and listener. For the speaker it is an opportunity to take what is in their mind and body – our thoughts and feelings and process them aloud. It is also the opportunity to be validated and receive insights from others. For the listener, it is an opportunity to know the speaker beyond the surface of everyday conversation. We may get the chance to understand and appreciate their underlying perspective.

If we wish to know about a man, we ask ‘What is his story, his real, inmost story? – for each of us is a biography, a story 


Oliver Sacks – The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat.

Words are powerful. When they remain within us as ruminating thoughts, they have the potential to harm us. The anxiety and depression that we feel often comes from the shame of not wanting to burden others with our inner world. Yet if we can break through the insecurities of shame, we may find that as we speak up, we are heard and understood. Even if our experience feels unique to us when we share it with others, we find they can often relate in some way. We each hold stories of love, loss and belonging.

There is something unique about telling our story. To speak our journey with each other is more powerful than reading the biographical words on a page. In the retelling of our life experience we continually re-frame who we are and why our lives matter. The stories of our lives remain lovingly imperfect. We ‘rewrite’ them each time we retell them. A beautiful opportunity to process our past and newly inform our future.

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View from the Mountain Top

May 20, 2020 by JanSmith

Mountain peaks can be seen from great distances rising from the landscape below, true natural wonders of the world. We stand in awe at their base, and marvel at their size. As we ascend to their peaks, we realize just how small we are in the scheme of living things. On arrival we are rewarded with beautiful vistas of the surrounding landscape. There is an expansive view of the world around us.

From the top of a mountain, we are able to witness life from a different perspective bringing us a new awareness




Madisyn Taylor – Daily Om.
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Mountains can be analogies to our lives. The journey we take, and the effort required to reach our goals and dreams. The terrain usually starts relatively comfortable as we move into a stride, warming our muscles and building our stamina. As the trail rises, we are usually met with physical challenges that stretch our bodies and minds to the full. The ground uneven and rocky, the way not easily observable. At times we are alone to face these moments and we are drawn to use our own reserves and motivation to continue. Other times we see fellow climbers on the path and can receive encouragement and assistance.

As the summit nears there are often hidden obstacles to navigate and moments of exhaustion mixed with exhilaration knowing the peak is within our grasp. Arrival is a cause for celebration and awe. Taking in the scenery and our own accomplishment. This is momentary as the journey continues either beyond or back down the mountain to where we commenced.

The downhill journey can have its own unique challenges. A different set of muscles and strategies used. We know there is a need to forge on as the mountain top is temporary. A new set of reserves of energy and motivation required until the ground is level and the journey done.

Recently I had a vivid dream climbing a snowy mountain. The cliffs were sheer and smooth. It was cold and uncomfortable. Each stretch of my arm to the next hold was a full extension. I was not alone as I had others on the journey with me. As I came close to the peak, I momentarily glimpsed the most beautiful sunrise vista beyond. There were people at the top who seemed rested and comfortable. I longed to join them.

I could hear calls from below from my group of fellow climbers. They were struggling. I was left with an anxious moment of indecision. Do I head to the peak alone to a space of ease or venture down toward those who needed my help? I was startled awake and felt an exhaustion as if the dream were true. I wondered what it was telling me.

On reflection, the dream paralleled how I have been feeling during the present Covid 19 crisis. This time has presented unique challenges, navigation changes and times of building a level of resilience to continue. Social isolation has been the independent inner journey. As a nation, we have also heard the constant words – ‘We are in this together’. Making decisions to benefit as many as possible. We have felt a sense of unity and purpose amid the chaos.

Thankfully in our own country we are continually progressing toward the peak of the mountain journey of Covid 19. It has been a relatively comfortable and cohesive journey despite the restrictions placed on each of us.

As we navigate our own journey, world media is giving another picture. Developing and overpopulated countries of the world are suffering so much more than ourselves. For the first time in a long time the inequities between the affluent and the poor are openly visible for us to see. What we see we can no longer ignore. These are the people who I heard calling from below in my dream. They need bold solutions to navigate this crisis as much as those closer to home in our families and communities. We are all humanity.

I am glad that we are seeing how even though we share this crisis, its impact is felt differently around the world. Some are sitting comfortably at the peak of this mountain journey. Others are struggling below and need our awareness and advocacy. Hopefully as the journey continues, we can continue to take all humanity in our hearts and hands believing there is a better, more just world beyond the mountain peak.

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Sit at the feet of the elderly

May 3, 2020 by JanSmith

Our lives provide a wonderful opportunity to learn life lessons and experience the full gamut of emotions. If we are blessed to be on this planet long enough, we witness the cyclical nature of our life. The innocence of childhood moves toward the responsibilities of adulthood and once more to the clarity and simplicity of old age. We often do not realize both ourselves and others are getting older. The awakening happens as major birthdays approach or health issues remind us of our finite years.

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The elderly in our current world are often isolated from everyday community life. The days of multi-generational living have largely been replaced by age specific care. Lifestyle and retirement villages have become popular transitions for the elderly, not unlike the segregating of our little ones in childcare centres. In both professional settings, the physical and social needs can be met effectively and when they are high quality provide immense benefit to each age group. What may be the missing ingredient is the gathering of wisdom and insight from the elderly by each successive generation.

The best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person

Andy Roomy

Several years ago, I volunteered as a community visitor at a high dependency aged care facility. I was matched with a beautiful lady in her nineties who through suffering physical injury had become increasing dependant on others. She had originally come from Austria to Australia with her husband and once he had died, she had no family and a small circle of neighbours and friends to support her.

Our tentative beginnings of connection soon forged into an incredibly special friendship. We shared our lives and stories. For me she became my wise woman crone. Her perspective was sharp and insightful as I brought the outer world into her room and she shared her remembering and current journey with me. I noticed her ability to advocate for her needs as her physical ability decreased and dependence grew. She tenderly supported the age care workers who came into her room to deliver meals, help her with personal care and attend to her medical needs. Sadly, for me, she died eighteen months into our connection. Ironically, it was at the time I had just arrived in her homeland Austria on an overseas holiday. She had never returned so in that moment I felt a soul connection between our lived experience. In a sense I had taken her home.

As we age there is a sudden realization that life is precious. There becomes a need to share our stories and wisdom. The impetus may often be that we remember our parents and grandparents and wish that in some way they had recorded the meaningful parts of their lives. When available, these tangible insights give a window into another era and another viewpoint on living.

Old people were young people, before young people were people  

Tom Wyatt

The challenge now is to begin to share your accumulated memories and wisdom. Here are some starting points.

  • Collect family photos and write short notes on the back to indicate when and where it was taken. Who is in the photo? What is their connection to the family?
  • Recall random yet important emotional memories. They may be connected to life events for example births, weddings, family holidays. Write or speak the memories to invite your personal insight into these experiences. Keep these memories safely together with the photos.
  • Write letters to family members. Each of my children has a letter of my recollections as I anticipated the day they were born. These become unique personal memories that remain beyond a lifetime.
  • Engage with family conversation. Believe that the life experience you have is insightful to the issues younger generations are experiencing. Particularly when life is tough, they may draw on the consolation that you experienced something similar and survived beyond or maybe even thrived.
  • Sit at the feet of your elders. The time is precious and the urgency to ask about their life recollections and experiences is a priority.

Life provides wonderful insights. Often this is from the people who we are most deeply connected with, our family. Take the time to be present with the older generation while you can. Their insight has been gathered over a lifetime. Also begin to record the memorable moments of your own life to share with future generations of your family.

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Life’s Full Circles

April 26, 2020 by JanSmith

I have an album of pictures that include those taken when I was a child.  I love these photos of a little girl who is full of life and adventure.  Many of them were taken at my childhood home, just 5 km down the road from where I currently live.  This home provided ample space on a small farm while having proximity to the town and schools I attended. As I look back on these pictures it dawned on me how far I have come in my life journey and how it has taken me full circle back to my birthplace.

My birthplace is a heart space for me. During our lives we may reside in and visit various locations, but some resonate more deeply for us and hold lasting memories. There is something about this place. The changing seasons, the patchwork of farming crops and water channel lifelines visible from above. It has always been a beautiful bustling multicultural town. There is an energy of connection, productivity and abundance. There is wisdom here and acceptance. For me, there is a rich association that spans my lifetime.

This is not the first time I have returned. When our children were young, we moved here for work and schooling. It became the place they grew up, met their partners and started their own families. They continue to live here today. It often amused my children when it took longer than normal on visits to the main street.  People seemed to know their mother. These were the people from my youth or school days who stopped to have a chat. I was not anonymous as I might be in a larger city. I was connected through a variety of invisible threads.

During those years, a new round of connections, based on our working and social lives, expanded the threads. This continued until my husband and I moved away to a coastal town almost twenty years ago. New activities and friendships evolved for us, yet there was a sense of identity loss on my part. My new community could not fill my need for family connection. I began to feel I was living like a ‘ghost’ in a place I failed to connect with. It became clearer that the only way to resolve this was to return to my roots.

What you seek is seeking you – When you strive for something with all your heart, it strives back for you.

Rumi, the Great Persian Poet.

It is eighteen months since I have made the full circle back to my birthplace. The person I am now is barely recognisable to the one who first arrived. I am more independent, more assured and more certain of my next steps in life’s journey.

Returning has also given me the opportunity to reflect on my family’s history and roots in this place. My grandfather, a soldier settler, and my grandmother a war bride from England were among the first pioneering families of the area. When I go to the local cemetery, which happens to be centrally located in town, I know a whole extended family including my mother and father are buried there. Together they developed professions and successful small businesses. They provided wonderful lifestyles for their families. This rural part of Australia provided a base to allow them to do so.

The current social isolation and strict ‘Stay at Home’ measures have temporarily halted much of the physical connection I established with this community. Yet I know in my heart this is where I am meant to be right now. The present time is giving me an opportunity for more clarity and inner growth. The familiarity of my neighbourhood allows me to feel the energy and wisdom of my grandparents and parents. I know why I am here.

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