Happy birthday Rafa!
This article, and a myriad of others, posits that telling our own stories is difficult, filled with obstacles and obstructions. Nonsense. Every one of us has inherited the gift of storytelling – ever since we first uttered a sound or word to others around us on the great plain. Mothers have told stories to their babies for millennia, just like fathers have told stories to children and elders to community members. Societal norms, traditions and customs have all been shared through storytelling. Here we are in 2017 with technology and tools at our disposal to tell our own stories to everyone in a plethora of ways.
It’s not complicated to tell one’s story or to spin a tale of adventure and intrigue. It’s part of our DNA, we just have to chose the format that best suits how we want to tell our story and then begin.
“Stories,” writes Lisa Katayama, “help us make sense of our world.”
It breaks my spirit and my heart to know that the circus, with its colour, grand animal acts, and death-defying feats is shutting down. It seems that every corner of society is under attack by those whose agendas are underlined by a false sense of altruism. A minority of individuals, who have gone to great lengths to disparage circuses, zoos, etc., even to the point of falsifying information, have managed to destroy what little magic and wonder there is left in this world. How, and why has our society become so lethargic, so mute to the wonder that can only be found in a circus act, a clown, a lion tamer? It’s not only the circus that is losing and waning, it’s society as a whole. Without the magic, wonder and silliness of clowns, we are all much poorer.
After almost a century and a half, the “Greatest Show on Earth” is coming to an end. Associated Press reporters tagged along with the Ringling Bros. Circus in its final days to witness the lives of circus performers, who live and travel across the United States by train, together with animals of the circus. Clowns…
A superb commentary on how each of us, in our own way, at our own pace, deals with and copes with grief, and accepts, or doesn’t accept the loss of a loved one. After losing my father last year, I too continue to ‘sort out’ and ‘dig deep’ to find a place where his absence in my life does not feel still so raw.
For the first three years after my beloved brother’s death, I could not bear to say his name out loud or look at a picture of him. So it was with both compassion and dread that I read Sheryl Sandberg’s new book Option B: Facing Adversity, Building Resilience, And Finding Joy, which describes her life…
The kind of story I appreciate most – real people and places, real life.
In pictures: The long road from Scotland to Russia – http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/in-pictures-39882616
In Part One I explained the background to my having three hedgehogs in a pen in my back garden. Here I shall tell you about the time they spent here. First we need proper introductions. When they arrived back to me they had been marked with nail varnish which was difficult to see especially from […]