June 12, 2013
Wow, would I love to try 18 again. I am too many times 18 years old, at least in the physical sense. In my head I'm 37. Reality doesn't get in my way too much.
I find as time passed that I am more and more interested in stories, and, I guess, in life - how we live it, what we think of it, what we do with it, and what it has done to us. Stories can open our eyes, and hopefully our hearts. They can help us find an equilibrium between who we want to be and who we have to be. I hope to enjoy many stories and the people gifted enough and willing enough to share them. I hope to find the focus and strength, perhaps, to become one of them.
I have had the great fortune to have attended the National Story Telling Festival in Jonesborough, TN a couple of summers ago. It was wonderful and illuminating. It is also a bit expensive. I hope to attend again someday in the future. But I don't need "National" events. Rather, I am happier with local community events, where, in addition to the stories, there is time to enjoy the people behind the performance.
Joy. Joy in expanding my life experiences. Joy in the camaraderie of friends. Joy in promoting peaceful self-fulfillment for everyone with a heart. I will not comment on whether this excludes Washington DC.
Stories enhance our lives, expand our understanding, and open our mind and heart to the wonder of new experience. They are life revisited.
I'm was new to Triad Storytelling Exchange. I found the people warm and easy going, and the atmosphere safe and non-competitive. Most excellent!