Water whooshed through the percolator and saturated a filter full of Peruvian grounds.
“Fire!” Thalia yelled. She held a sketch pencil in one hand and a paint brush in the other. “If it can’t be published, produced, performed, or purchased… It doesn’t exist.”
“Oh bother.” Calliope took a gulp and whispered to Urania, “She’s our leader now?”
Urania rolled her eyes and whispered back, “Indeed. And, she will soon learn that we will follow when she strikes a proper balance between hair-on-fire and a snail’s pace.”
Words from Typist:
With an understanding that new skills need to be practiced to be retained, more audio! Thanks for playing along with my noisy, un-polished beginning.
This morning I read that overnight success is a myth — dig and you will find a decade’s worth of hard work and perseverance. (Thanks Austin Kleon!)
Focus on today.
Do you hear that Thalia?
Yesterday at the dog park I had an amazing encounter. While crossing the wooden bridge from one field to the other, I met a woman with a sweet beagle. She asked for my name and when I replied, “Gail,” she introduced herself as the mother of Emmett — a young musician that I met with the beagle last summer. I wrote about our meeting at Born Free Newsletter where I thanked him for contributing a six-word-story to Flourishing Fictions: Possibilities from A to Z. She recognized me from my online profile picture. How cool is that?
Connection and relationship are cherries atop the hot fudge sundaes of life!
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“Connection and relationship are cherries atop the hot fudge sundaes of life”! ~Gail Boenning
Not only quote worthy, but refrigerator worthy!
Austin Kleon writes about the concept of refrigerator worthy ideas and how refrigerators went through a redesign when they lost their ability to host magnets that held up “refrigerator worthy” elements of art and stories, and sometimes even, report cards!
Those who know me well also know how strongly I believe that “stories are the currency of connection.”
Let’s focus for a moment on the story Typist just shared with us about her encounter at the park as an example… Or instead, we could review Margaret’s post. No? Ok, how about Gary’s story instead?
“As a child, a local dairy delivered milk, ice cream, and other dairy products to our door twice a week. Placed in the “milk box” on the front porch. They also operated a dairy shop in a nearby town. Their grandissimo offering was a banana split on steroids! If the buyer could finish it solo, they won another. The Joey Chestnut of banana splits.” ~Gary’s Childhood Story
I could go on, but by now you surely agree that, “Stories are the currency of Connection!”
I LOVE this blog, Typist, the Girl’s, and all of you and your stories…
Bobby Kountz, TheEarthHeARTist 🎨💛🎨
Wonderful that you met the young man's mom and their furry while you were out. I remember one day my husband came home and told me he had ran across someone from home. He said it was "old man Crump's son." We were living in Germany at the time. Crump Road runs off the road my folks lived on in Alanson, MI. After my husband retired from the army he went on to teach JROTC in Zachary, LA. I used to help out all the time when they needed chaperones, uniforms mended etc. I even cooked for them when they had a booth at the Relay For Life events the school hosted. I have people coming up all the time to ask if I was Mrs. Sarge. I don't remember them all but they remember him and me. We always tried to teach our kids to be kind and courteous to everybody. You don't want to be remembered for being a grump and mean.