Facebook! What a way to perpetually be at The Reunion!
When I hooked up with an old Columbia, CA, hippie pal, Frank Smothers, I never knew that he would trigger and a new definition, a new metaphor, for us storytellers and the importance of our work. Here’s a little clip from an FB Thread between us when he saw an old photo of me telling tales in 1978:
FS–I’d sure like to have been listening to this story! The listeners faces tell the rest. It’s great to see someone using the magic of the voice painting the canvas of the receptive mind. This art is so much our history and you and a brave few have the gift and will to keep it alive. That is the key word -alive! I don’t mean to sound corny at all, but thanks, we as a species need this art, especially as we leave the planet and try to remember who we were.
BZ—Glue–That’s what storytelling is. Really strong glue. And we don’t even know we need it until we’re in the middle of getting a really good squirt. Then we say, “Hey, I need more over here and over here and over here.” I’m really blessed to be walking around with a pot of glue.
There you have it! What do storytellers do? They squirt a lot of glue around in order to hold our fragmented world together, to help us keep our memories intact. So, what’s your favorite kind of glue?