Excellence to you and yours! Here's your Saturday Post!
I come from storytellers.
Our history is such that our mundane happenings become performances in sharing with others.
Last night, my brother reminded us of how he wrapped his desktop computer in a pink woven blanket, wrapped it with duct tape (for handles) and took it on a plane to England, just to have it fry due to a faulty converter on his first plug in. The memory always made me smile, but last night’s remindering lit my laugh muscles on fire for about five minutes. I’m still smoldering with hahaha’s.
And so, for him (and some other people), here is a reminder to tell your stories.
I wrote this for a group of ladies at Goddard College, and now redirect the point to all storytellers, griots, cantadoras and the like.
Find your chairs, your trees, your stages and platforms. Your audience is already listening, whether you see them or not. The sun is going down, and it is time.
With words, song and prayer,
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