03/02/2026
We are storytelling creatures. Before we had Wi-Fi, before we had textbooks, before we had therapy language and self-help podcasts… we had firelight and each other. We gathered. We spoke. We listened. We passed down what hurt, what healed, what hunted us in the dark and what shimmered in the sky. Stories taught us where the dangers were. Stories taught us how to love. Stories taught us how to survive long enough to become wise.
A story lets us practice being human without the immediate risk. Through myth and memory, fact and fiction, we rehearse courage. We feel grief without drowning. We explore curiosity without leaving the room. Our nervous systems soften when we hear, “me too.” Our imagination stretches when we hear, “what if?”
This is why I weave story into my Yoga For Grief series and classes. Sometimes it’s Gods and goddesses. Sometimes it’s a tale from histories ornscience. Sometimes it’s a slightly inappropriate joke that slipped past my teenage brain filter. 😏 All of it is medicine.
Because when we sit together and share stories, we are not just passing time, we are building meaning. We are reminding each other that we are not alone in the underworld, the waiting room, the healing room.
Story is a bridge.
Story is a lantern.
Story is the hum beneath the hive. And if you’ve ever sat in one of my classes, you’ll know… I will always choose the long way round if there’s a good story to tell.
Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You. Bee Curious.
