Sleep does not free us from story-tellers

I listen for story-telling everywhere.

Nature is a great story-teller. Music is a great story-teller. Myths are enduring story tellers. I tell myself stories when I walk around the block each night.

Shadows brighten and elves draw near as they tell me their stories. Will-o’-The-Wisp blow in their stories as images in my mind in the dark of a dancing tree.

The loudest story-teller is my conscience.

I listen to it and it nurtures the chaos of my uncanny uncertainties. Biographies and history books are the kind of story-tellers of life. Documentaries tell us stories for viewing. Art and poetry tell us stories through symbols.

I think the greatest story-tellers are symbols. Symbols usually point to something vast and beyond. Family stories are funny and painful to hear.