Sometimes writing takes us into unfamiliar spaces, too.  We look at photographs and try to remember who we once were.  Or who the people we loved were.  And we connect the dots, creating the border of a map of our lives.

There is something comforting about looking through our journals and pages in our family albums within our homes.  when we are consumed by what is happening right now, it is easy to forget about who and what came before, to lose the larger perspective.  But each of us has a story that extends further back than we can see, a story that began before we were alive and will continue long after we pass away.

Today take a moment and look through your photographs.  Is there a story longing to be written?