Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor,
BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.
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The river has a symbolic value so important and present in all cultures, because in itself it brings together the search for meaning, the unstoppability and the possibilities of existence, where the flow of water corresponds to the current of life and death, to the fall , to rebirth, to purification. Listening to the sound of flowing water, for example a stream, rain, the sea breaking on the rocks, relaxes. It represents the flow of life, stimulates the brain and has a positive effect on memory and imagination. We are confronted with individual destiny, with the acceptance of life or with the struggle to overcome its tests. Listening in silence to the lapping of the sea that caresses the shore, embraces it and kisses it, is a sensual and sweet encounter.
Thank you for your deep insight and feedback my friend
Larry — Your evocative words immediately reminded me of how Norman Maclean ended “A River Runs Through It.”
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by water.”
Since you are a figurative “smoke jumper,” you might enjoy one of Maclean’s other works, “Young Men and Fire.”
Thank you Jeff . I will check it out
Larry, this is a reminder of where our peace and thoughts can come to life by listening to the creation given to us by God and to find beauty in life itself.
Thank you for your insights and I agree with you 100%
Actually and factually, Larry, your fictive moment points one further in as well as farther out. Immanent breakout.
Thank you my friend
Larry – Like you, I find solace in the ebb and flow of water – from sitting on the sea wall in Okanawa – walking Mission Bay in San Diego – watching the sunset over the Pacific Ocean from the cliffs of a lighthouse – to the shoals at our local park – the sound, smell, and visual effects of water transports me to the unknown journey that must be enjoyed in the inner world of my mind. Thanks for taking me to that special place.
Thank you Len. Watching water always makes me reflect.
Larry, you are and will always be a poetic master as well as a master storyteller.
Thank you my friend. Sometimes you can say more with less.
You say more with more and you have the talent to say more with less. Words are the git you have.