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.