|Posted by Angie on February 1, 2014 at 1:20 AM|
So I haven’t blogged lately. I got to spend five glorious weeks on staycation and spent most of this time chasing words and catching them for stories. I’ve also spent some time shaping the story of my own life. Perhaps this has been the hardest story to write or should I say re-write.
And as things go, because lots of people are busy trying to capture the intangible, shape their stories both in fictions and the stories of their own lives, I rediscovered a fairy tale from Tajikistan called The Courageous Girl. A fellow lover of fairy tales emailed me asking if I had it. I did. In a collection from Tajikistan called The Sandalwood Box. It made me read it again. And again. And again. And I got a good dose of bibliotherapy for the story of my own life.
It all comes back to why reading fairy tales are so important to me. These are the bones of experiential archetypes. Reading them we can see the parts of inner selves that need work or sometimes coaxing out. And courageous girls become courageous women…even if they forget that’s what they are. It only takes a re-reading for you to remember. The tales we read as children made us look for dragons to slay, want to walk in wild forests, dance until our shoes wore out, and listen to our inner voice when the voices of reason warned against it. There is the magic of all therapies in these stories. So go on and read a fairy tale today. You might find courage there next time you face the unknown and need to edit or do a rewrite on a part of your own story.