Wherever I look, outward or inward, I can find a story. On hikes, at home, on the boat, in my dogs’ faces (even their pictures now), reminiscing with friends, or flipping through a photo album (or like we do now, scrolling through pictures on our phones)—there are stories everywhere. Some are true, or my take on the truth. Some are pure imagination, spurred by a sight, a sound, or a smell (lovely or vile, either way, it can bring up a story). Memories can make stories. I don’t know why, but the one that comes to mind at the moment is the first time (maybe the only time?) my mom dropped the f-bomb (that really is a good story…I’ll tell you one of these days). And for me, as a geologist, rocks tell stories too.
Soon, a story I have nurtured and crafted for a long time will make its way into the world between the covers of a book (and thank you, Julie Metz and She Writes Press, for that beautiful cover). I hope you’ll read and love that story—No More Empty Spaces.
So, tell me, where do you see story?
I agree with you, Deb. Stories are everywhere, like other opportunities. We just need to be open to them—hearing, feeling, seeing, appreciating, exploiting, and sharing them. I especially like getting a glimpse into others’ personal stories. Makes me feel I can experience another life! Thank you for writing: the reflections here, your first book! I know how hard and long you have lived with it, and I’m very, very excited to read the final product!