When I was little I liked nothing better than to curl up in my bed, in a chair, on my mother’s lap and hear a story. It didn’t matter if it was read from a book, a story from my parents’ childhood or a story made up on the spot. I loved to hear a story.
That’s something I’ve never forgotten.
When K was born we started reading stories to her immediately. Telling her stories right away. I think we started the story telling while she was still tucked away inside my body.
There is something about listening to a story. Hearing the words from some one’s mouth. I love the written word, I do, but sometimes nothing will do to inspire, incite, arouse or calm you like the a story told aloud. Add to that power the energy of a room full of people listening intently and you have an intoxicating mix.
There’s nothing better than a good story.
Tonight Mike and I will be heading over to Back Fence PDX‘s October event where we’ll hear 7 stories all based on one theme. Last time the space was packed and I expect no different tonight so if you want to attend you should probably check on ticket availability nowish…