Love Is A Story Told
I love storytelling.
One of my fondest memories as a child was when my mother read an entire book aloud to us on a certain road trip. It wasn’t a common practice, I am not sure why, but I loved hearing her voice read us stories. If she was reading my sisters and I weren’t fighting. Stories were a respite from the tension.
My mother also happens to be one of the best storytellers I know. She has a way of slinging words that strike at the core of my being. We just spoke yesterday about getting her setup to share some of her work. We’ll see what happens.
My father, too, is a master storyteller. What made his craft so special was how he mixed his stories with other skills, like drawing and now photography. There was something about the way that he told a story that made me want to tell others what I saw in the world. While I was growing up he mostly retold the parables of Jesus, or narratives from the Gospels, but man, I loved hearing his take on the world as he saw it.
My mother’s father always told stories. His were based on his childhood. They were full of color, interesting characters, and plenty of hyperbole. Often there was some moral or virtue to adhere to and vices to avoid. I’m not sure he was trying to teach through stories or simply entertain us, but I remember learning a lot form his storytelling.
Since I was little I have always wanted to carry on the craft. But somewhere along the way I got distracted by a hankering to chase something big and important, rather than what I loved and wanted to give in love. The craft has always been present, but subservient to my need to “make it” in the world. In my twenties I wrote songs. In my thirties I wrote sermons. Now that I am entering into my forties I feel like I have finally come to the realization of what I have always wanted but never done…to just write out of love, not from need. I want to look at the world and tell it like I see it, pointing out the true, the beautiful, and the good.
I am not writing to get published. I am not writing to “make a living”. I am writing because I have to write. I am writing because I love, and love comes to us through story. Love is a story told.