I’ve told many stories in this blog over the years, but many remain untold.
We all have untold stories, including Boston’s Public Garden.
In my profession as a group and individual therapist, I hear many previously untold stories. Because of patient confidentiality, those stories remain untold outside the room (unless the story is mine).
Every picture tells a story, I’m told, but there are many untold stories in my pictures today.
I know there are untold stories in the news these days, but hope, respect, joy, peace, kindness, patience, healing, inspiration, comfort, and love seem to be missing in the stories that are being told.
I look forward to reading some untold stories in the comments, below.
My gratitude — for all who help me create these posts and for all who read them — is not untold.