I was walking home after being at the neighbors after dark and realized – hey, I’m still kind of afraid of the dark sometimes.
As soon as I stepped out the door to head back home I heard a pack of wolves howling. They weren’t close enough to be a predator and I knew it, but I wasn’t so sure about other rodents. I hate being startled.
Rather than drum up stories of creatures emerging from the woods at any minute, I mused about the fact that as a grown woman I still have frights of the dark.
It’s amazing how we drum up stories during the daylight though… Of people and relationships, and the motives and intentions of others. Most of the stories are as useful as drumming up stories of creatures emerging from the woods, but for some reason we give it a lot of weight because it takes place during the day.
How many stories are you creating? About people? Relationships? Intentions? Motives? How someone looked at you?