You inspired me, Sarah. My dad and I on Christmas morning. I was seven and had received my first two-wheel bike. A Schwinn 24". Too big for me. My dad took me outside to "teach" me how to ride. He pushed me hard down our small cul de sac (sp?) and stepped away. I had to make a turn. I had no balance and he was walking back into the house. This moment in time is a metaphor for my relationship with my father. Push her away and leave. I fell and cried. I'm happy that your father loves you so much. Susan
Oh, Susan, what a brave little girl you were, and what a brave woman you now are to revisit that memory and to encapsulate it in words. Your story is powerful, and I hope it is in some way healing to corral that hard memory, that sad pattern, into a paragraph. You deserved so much more. I'm sending you a big hug.
I am so encouraged and inspired by your deep learning and winsome way of communicating, Sarah. Thank you for this valuable ‘challenge’ to empathy through story and music.
I really enjoyed your story about the beach and your insights on it so many years later, Sarah! And what a great experience for you with the exchange. I know you loved it. We miss you!
Thank you, Tara! Truly, it was an experience I wish everyone could have. These sorts of interactions have the power to make the world a more understanding place.
I enjoyed reading this immensely, Sarah! First your own story and a beautiful tribute to your dad and then Narrative 4! I was so moved by the whole concept of listening to another’s story and then inhabiting it in their presence. I wish I could take the class, too!
Sarah, I love this! I love the whole concept of sharing someone else's story as if it were your own. I love the piece written from your story — for a minute I thought the players had gotten off track, then realized that was on purpose! And the fact that your dad and brother are trombonists. Now stay out of those waves unless you have a hand to hold onto! :-) -- Mary
You inspired me, Sarah. My dad and I on Christmas morning. I was seven and had received my first two-wheel bike. A Schwinn 24". Too big for me. My dad took me outside to "teach" me how to ride. He pushed me hard down our small cul de sac (sp?) and stepped away. I had to make a turn. I had no balance and he was walking back into the house. This moment in time is a metaphor for my relationship with my father. Push her away and leave. I fell and cried. I'm happy that your father loves you so much. Susan
Oh, Susan, what a brave little girl you were, and what a brave woman you now are to revisit that memory and to encapsulate it in words. Your story is powerful, and I hope it is in some way healing to corral that hard memory, that sad pattern, into a paragraph. You deserved so much more. I'm sending you a big hug.
I am so encouraged and inspired by your deep learning and winsome way of communicating, Sarah. Thank you for this valuable ‘challenge’ to empathy through story and music.
Thank you, Sharon! <3
I really enjoyed your story about the beach and your insights on it so many years later, Sarah! And what a great experience for you with the exchange. I know you loved it. We miss you!
So good to hear from you, Sharon! Miss you too!! Thank you for your kind words ♥️
Thank you, Tara! Truly, it was an experience I wish everyone could have. These sorts of interactions have the power to make the world a more understanding place.
I enjoyed reading this immensely, Sarah! First your own story and a beautiful tribute to your dad and then Narrative 4! I was so moved by the whole concept of listening to another’s story and then inhabiting it in their presence. I wish I could take the class, too!
Sarah, I love this! I love the whole concept of sharing someone else's story as if it were your own. I love the piece written from your story — for a minute I thought the players had gotten off track, then realized that was on purpose! And the fact that your dad and brother are trombonists. Now stay out of those waves unless you have a hand to hold onto! :-) -- Mary
Thank you, Mary! That's solid advice for life ... "Stay out of those waves unless you have a hand to hold onto!" Will do ♥️