i connect with music, especially songs where the words or ideas actually mean something. ask anyone- i’ll get stuck on the same cd for months at a time, listening to nothing else. lately, i’ve been mulling over brandi carlile’s sophmore album, the story. undeniable passion- that’s why her music has become an ever present soundtrack lately. the title track to “the story” really found its place in the depths of my being. a month or so ago, i was having one of those just.got.kicked.in.the.face.by.the.world days and i found myself listening to this song over and over and over again and singing at the top of my lungs.

all of these lines across my face
tell you the story of who i am
so many stories of where i’ve been
and how i got to where i am

                                   -brandi carlile, “the story”

i think this resonates with everyone in the universe. we all have a story. your story, the crap, the joy, the beauty, the ugly- it is who you are. and why do we write? to tell that story. afterall, “stories don’t mean anything when you’ve got no one to tell them to.”

mothering. my boys. they are my story. they are my greatest purpose. and that makes me glad for the story that has made me who i am, because it made me the woman that i am. the mother that i am.