Good Morning, God!
I’m back to Story Tellers. My father was such a good story teller that he often had to get up out of his chair to act out full body motions. He had sound effects, too.
His granddaughter is a worthy successor to my father. I’m not sure that Story Telling is as much appreciated in today’s world as it was — back before radio, movies, TV and Youtube.
But, a Good Story is still a JOY to the Story Teller. I have stories that I love telling and retelling. I try to restrain myself and tell them judiciously. Because, it is an odd fact, God, that while a story never grows old or dull to the Teller — it is not the same for the Listener.
That said, one of Suzanne’s friends, does have his “favorites” and at parties will ask her to “Tell the One about . . .!” I have my favorites, too.
Another thing, God, about Story Telling is that it is a great way to process traumatic events. Indeed, I have thought — during several distressing events — “Ah, but this will make SUCH a Great Story!” I suppose this is a “comfort” that only a story teller can derive?
I have no idea, God, if turning traumas into stories is good psychology. I suspect not. I’m learning that I have to sit with my feelings and give them the time and respect they need. That is important.
Ah, but they can be stories too, can’t they, God? Somehow, I feel You are the Ultimate “Story Teller.”