folk tales and other interesting tidbits

like all good folk tales, each time the story is told it is a little different.

how wonderful, then, to embellish the details slightly or leave out certain parts of the tale on any given day; as old men did around campfires in an ancient Swaziland. as twigs crackled in the dwindling tangerine light, these men would not have believed that one day such tales would appear via wireless technology.

but if they'd shared this information, no doubt a gasp would have escaped the lips of their listeners as they wondered: "what sort of alchemy is this?" because it's easy to make people believe what we want them to...when we're telling stories.

like bits of indigo-dyed cloth given as a brides price our reward is a wide-eyed audience eager to hear the next installment of our journey, the next train ride into memory or helicopter flip into a much-hoped for future.

but i would be alarmed if three years on i was still telling the same tales. repeating the same understandings, treading the same murky water, or bouncing on the extent of my own mind. so let's not do that.

i love all of you who comment here. you are all individuals with good solid minds of your own, but able to reach and stretch and think outside the box and that is huge...HUGE in this life. you are my favorite kinds of people. for those who visit every day but remain silent, i would love to meet you, so please say hello next time you pass this way. i often wonder who you are.

i will, probably continue to use this space as a way to express what otherwise would remain deeply hidden. it's my way of processing my feelings. the trick here is moving on, not staying stuck in an endless stream of words, where i say the same thing in a million novel ways . if i'm still writing this way in 6 months time...stop me.