“I would ask you to remember only this one thing,” said Badger. “The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory. This is how people care for themselves.”
– Excerpts from Crow and Weasel by Barry Lopez.
I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…
A couple of months ago, I finished this jumper for Jo, a lovely and talented lady who plays the accordion :
Boy and I started making soap recently…
As we have friends who make beautiful soap and who – like us – like making things.
So we met up with them on Friday, for a soap-making session…
On this special day of pancake day – or shrove Tuesday – we received a very special gift from Dublin this morning :
Picture above: Boy
A Beastie calendar!
For those of you who don’t know yet, Carol and I are having virtual coffees together. It all started with an idea in the comment thread of one of her posts, and then it took shape at the end of this post of mine. Carol responded on her blog here. The idea is to have virtual coffee chats together, and explore a different approach to writing. I hope you will enjoy reading our chats as much as I enjoy writing them! Feel free to join in the conversation in the comments below!
Good Evening Carol!
Although I don’t really drink that much at all, I happen to be having a coconut beer tonight, while reading your post :)
So instead of a chat over coffee, it’s a bit more like a chat over a beer, I hope you don’t mind?
If I was having a chat with you in a cozy english pub right now, I hope we would be sitting by the fire and that the pub isn’t too noisy (it’s Friday night after all!).