Finding Our Voice

It wasn’t the whiskey that wrote the stories, nor the reckless abandon of living on the edge.  It wasn’t the lost highways, the rusty railroad tracks nor the long black Cadillac convertible.  These things were what I did, not who I am.  While they all are part of the story, they are not the book just a short chapter.

The story lives deep within us always trying to find a voice, trying to be heard so they might find peace and be put to rest.  Often, I write unfinished stories leaving them on my desk, a reminder of things left undone.  It seems if I finish them, they might vanish like the smell of rain after the storm passes.  You find joy in the fresh fragrance, a reminder of the storm, and in a moment, it is forgotten.

It wasn’t the lost loves that wrote the stories nor the deep solitude of being alone when a loved one crosses over.  It wasn’t the sound of a chord played on an acoustic guitar that resonated as a thing of beauty nor the longing of heartfelt words that make the chords a song.  These things are what I did not who I am.  They are just a paragraph written in a single chapter as just a small part of the story.

I am but a vessel that holds the stories, the songs, and the emotions that shape me, giving me a collage that I might find in them who I am and the intuition to write my story.

Point Of View

We must be mindful to embrace the things in life that become our story yet be wise enough to know what we do gives us life lessons allowing that only we decide who we are and what our story will become.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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