And The-Plot-Thickens

The longer we live, the longer the plot thickens, and sometimes we get lost in our own story. I was told I should make up my own story apart from the real one–if the Real one does not suit my emotional or psychological needs. Some would call that a psychosomatic illness; others might call it psychopathic lying. Still others might call it survival, depending on what one is trying to include, remove, or adjust in the soul’s journey and ultimate plot.Within our stories we may become filled with experiences, marred by trauma and soothed by beautiful events, all these elements of consciousness are harbored in our souls as we continue to breathe–until we stop.

The Book (we refer to in its Latin name, the Bible, but it means, “the Book”) says we are fearfully and wonderfully made. I believe that. So whatever I write here is only a speck of who I am; only a strand of the great plot–the story of me–Lydia Nolan. Only a small part of us is ever shown publicly. The rest God knows very well, even more than ourselves.

Follow me. As a follower you can post responses on my thoughts or post your own thoughts on the matters I speak of, matters which reflect a speck of your own plot.

I don’t like to interact with troublesome people, only authentic beings, but your stories, songs or poetry might blend nicely into mine, such is the thickening of our plots and the depth of our characters. We live within each others’ lives and build constructively, I hope. Thank you for reading and stopping in to visit.

L. Nolan, Editor