Storytelling - Unfolding

You’d think by the third one,

I’d feel less nervous

doing these.

But nope.

I didn’t realize it was Easter weekend

when I booked the place.

That familiar voice crept in —

“Will anyone come?”

“Will anyone share?”

“What if they don’t like it?”

But they did.

They did.

One person flew from Atlanta.

Another came from South Carolina.

Another had moved to Utah just three days before,

saw a flyer in a bookstore,

and walked through the door not knowing a soul —

only that they were seeking connection.

Regardless of distance,

people took the time to make time for themselves.

To step into something unfamiliar

with trembling hands and open hearts.

To witness.

To share.

The room exhaled.

Shoulders dropped.

A collective leaning-in began.

One story cracked something open.

Another stitched us gently back together.

We cried — for the losses,f

or the courage,f

or the silly,f

or the beautiful, aching everything of it all.

No one rushed to leave.

People lingered,

as if the air between us had arms,

and we were being held.

Thank you to every voice,

every heart,

every unfolding.

This was the final Words from Within storytelling event of the season —but the stories?They’re still humming in the walls.Still pulsing in our chests.Still unfolding.

I hope to see you — and many others — again in the fall. ❤️‍🔥