I tell Stories That Polish Your Heart.
You see when you were born you thought you were “all that”. You giggled at yourself, played with your toes, dirtied your diaper, and blew spit bubbles. People loved you, they changed your diaper and smiled at you. Your happy little heart shined like gold all the time.
When you got a little older, you reached for something and suddenly your little hand got smacked and you heard “NO”. In that instant, a bit of rust covered your heart. While it still shined, its’ shine was not quite as bright anymore.
Then you went to school. In school, you heard “color inside the lines”, “not that way, this way”, “no that’s wrong”. Though they helped you get it “right”, your heart grew more rust. Its’ shine was much harder to see.
By the time you got out of high school, your heart was covered in a protection of rust so no one could hurt you anymore and that shiny heart did not shine not even a little bit.
What you need is a storyteller to remind you who you are. My stories take you back to when you were that tiny little kid blowing spit bubbles and sucking your toes. Your heart hears a story and it smiles. It remembers who you really are. As you listen your heart swells and swells and suddenly BOOM that rust flies off and your heart shines again. My stories remind you that you ARE still “all that”.