I’ve been having a fear, lately, of forgetting.
Forgetting words from kids, from colleagues, from friends that moved me.
Forgetting big moments of growth, change, empathy.
Forgetting artifacts of learning.
I fear I will forget, so I write.
I write anywhere I can.
I collect these seeds, so they don’t get lost.
And from seeds, stories will grow. Stories that change. Stories that heal. Stories that will be told again and again.
I fear stories that are not written will fade. I fear stories that are not told will lose their power.
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.”
― Ray Bradbury
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