How amazing that we live in a time where a phone call can be placed to someone on another land mass, across a big blue ocean and in a different time zone. I can be eating a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch (is there anything better, really?) while a friend on another line is enjoying skirt steak with chimichurri sauce.
That being said, I can't believe how posting a few lines about a cause I love can spark someone to reach out to me, no matter where they are in life, no matter what continent they are on. Responding to me. Isn't much of life reacting and responding to people? I've been thinking of people's reactions and how any one person can react vastly different than the next one. I've noticed this particularly when it comes to men and my girl friends. One friend can have severe heart flutterings while in the company of said man, while I can comfortably pick my nose in front of the fellow and not think a thing of it. (For the record, I avoid my nose and it's pickings as a rule while out in public.) What is it when our hearts react to something? Why does it skip over one person and captivate another?
By now, I have a good picture of what captivates my heart. Pretty days. Quills. Paper. Ink. Loud volume. My chucks. Human slavery (that arises such a strong sense of disgust in me). Black Pianos. Big dogs. Ugly dogs. Faith. Learning. French Revolution....The list goes on.
What does it take for someone to respond to me? To respond to what I write, the story I will tell. The pictures I draw, the photos I take? What makes anything memorable? Is it simply because we remember our response?
Food for thought as I attempt to write a tale that can captivate people.
I received the nicest email from a young lady in Ireland who read about Storyville and wanted to know if there was a way to host a concert in Ireland. I honestly didn't know I could reach that far out. How encouraging.
Thanks for reading.
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