The Stories You Write...
- Josephine Warren
- 6 days ago
- 3 min read
In this old photo, I think I'm about 8/9 years old. I remember my inner world being so strong when I was young. I lived so much of the time in make-believe and daydreams. When I was in nature, I was really in it, when there was space I would dance, wafting about without a care in the world, how lucky I was. Not perfect, but braver, more truthful, wilder and free.
This week, I was halfway through creating the Tuesday evening class as part of our course. I found myself compelled to write, as I thought about our inner world, about the story we are writing within, but also externally. The small choices we make every day, the fact we are so lucky to have these freedoms, wherever we are in our story, we are writing it.
It's not to say the story will be perfect, great, full of wins, we will experience unknown grief, shocks, losses and we are witnessing a world, where stories are being written for others that are full of horror.
But we do have the choice to create our internal world, the paths we have inside that perhaps have been forgotten, the landscapes, the connections, the wins, the loves, this beautiful magical world that can get left behind as we remain stuck in our 'thinking thinking thinking', as we remain in the external, numbing, distracted, shut down.
I waded into the sea yesterday and thought, "this is my story, each day is another day in the book, another chapter of my internal world". I write carefully, as not everyone has the privilege to reflect or take time to curate a perfect life. But that is not what I'm trying to get at. The dropping into the internal world is free, anyone can do it, and even in great places of suffering, we have the magic within.
So, here is a poem/writing that I shared with my group on Tuesday, they asked me to post it, so here it is.
From Your Seat.
By Josephine Warren
From the seat of your inner kingdom, look over with grace, the seas, the villages, the paths, the forests you've built, grown, lived through and fostered.
You perch lightly on the throne forgetting your role, your inner radiance, the feats you've overcome, storms, high tides, cold nights and dry deserts. Your story book within, unfolding by your hand.
A floating from above, a reminder of the power, for every moment logged, imprinted, and remembered of your growing kingdom of gold.
The paths that run deep, curve smoothly, some abruptly stop. Tall towers of strength, deep gulleys of loss. Live wildly in your inner world, with revel and hope.
So, build the next chapter with intention and bold pen. Write the loves, the colours, the songs of your dreams. Trace the elements with clarity, call in great halls of tall possibilities.
Sit proudly on your seat and take your power back, you are the maker, the creator, the storyteller.
Build and grow your kingdom for generations to come. Be free and create boldly your inner world of gold.
For you are it, it is you.
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