tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post798998961708690791..comments2023-12-16T08:10:02.915+00:00Comments on Wishbone Soup Cures Everything: CreaturesLisa Southardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-51328874248461093252013-01-20T20:46:57.880+00:002013-01-20T20:46:57.880+00:00Snow & no power Anthony- not so much fun! I li...Snow & no power Anthony- not so much fun! I liked your article on the 5 pre-modern inventions btw: felt rather smug as I knew the Mayans had vulcanised rubber :-) <br /><br />Suze: Cheers! :-)Lisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-68542970506230978252013-01-20T20:04:06.416+00:002013-01-20T20:04:06.416+00:00It snowed here (for the first time this winter) a ...It snowed here (for the first time this winter) a couple a few days ago as well. The snow was great-the power outage wasn't. :)Anthony Hopperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15708347177061466201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-82455796984174065652013-01-20T17:06:57.942+00:002013-01-20T17:06:57.942+00:00Ha! I could picture that. Very nice. :)Ha! I could picture that. Very nice. :)Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908805179119217608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-56313037620034266542013-01-19T23:15:57.866+00:002013-01-19T23:15:57.866+00:00:-) *glugs wine, nods, giggles*
xxx:-) *glugs wine, nods, giggles* <br />xxxLisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-10012265694831906552013-01-19T23:10:57.473+00:002013-01-19T23:10:57.473+00:00You the fishmonger, me the accountant. That's ...You the fishmonger, me the accountant. That's my 'tangible.' I cook the books in our household, pay every check the day the bill comes in, watch pennies like a beady-eyed hawk, keep the numbers in line. I always think accounting would be less painful and that I could do it well. And then I think, yeah, whatever, Cat.<br /><br />(heaps of love)<br /><br />Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908805179119217608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-911386068530722012013-01-19T20:54:22.426+00:002013-01-19T20:54:22.426+00:00Drinking coffee, Suze, at my table- think you shou...Drinking coffee, Suze, at my table- think you should be here! After coffee: wine and intelligent sympathy. I hear you on this- we surely all have these contentions- 'which path is my path' and 'what is that talentless troll doing on a bookshelf?!' You would think that a vocation would be easier- why would something call so strong and then hide? We turn ourselves inside out and back to front trying to find it! There are times when I have wished to be a contented clerk or fishmonger or something more tangible and less introspective than this writer nonsense. (Insert audible sigh) Psychologically, there is still an imprint of the wall on my head. And I'm not despairing either- this is how it is- and this is how we are: vent, and get back to it. xoxoxo Lisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-43185284997355694702013-01-19T15:25:30.634+00:002013-01-19T15:25:30.634+00:00Have read. Am mulling.
You know what has been ha...Have read. Am mulling. <br /><br />You know what has been hard, though? Writing those very unexceptional, exceptional moments and being drowned utterly by a tide of something other -- something trendy, popular, formulaic, gimmicky, momentarily-sought after according to what often feels like arbitrary vogue.<br /><br />What has been hard is recording moments and having them putrefy on my hard drive. Recording moments and then reading about a hundred million directions and trying to decide which one is going to 'do the trick.'<br /><br />Your words in this post are beautiful and pure. Mine in response are not despairing, but they are a very honest snapshot of not even knowing how this is all going to fall together, anymore. All I can do is keep recording moments and moving in directions as they appear on the horizon and hoping.<br /><br />And excising, immediately, the gnarled, bitter branches that have, in the past, seemed to sprout overnight in response to every book already hardbound with an ISBN lining the shelves of bookshops and box stores. Because I know that just because they are there and I am not doesn't mean they've said something worth recording ... and that I have not.<br /><br />:(Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908805179119217608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-71862304236926978822013-01-19T11:05:00.050+00:002013-01-19T11:05:00.050+00:00Suze: For me, the storyteller mission is to wake p...Suze: For me, the storyteller mission is to wake people up to witnessing their own moments: to help people survive the knowledge that there are uncountable numbers of moments all told; to know that if they clammer for attention all they may accomplish is to shout over other equally deserving people: to learn to be content counting their own moments: to encourage the hunt for genuine appreciation of simply being here: to find their own eye opening adventures. So I guess what I pass on is examples, really. Lists of examples! Started quite grand there, and it came down to a list... But if I didn't laugh at myself I would be missing my own point :-) <br />Jacqueline: Little Granddaughter was curious about the snow and about why we were so keen on it. For her, every day is full of interesting things to discover: this one made her hands cold. The snow thing in the picture is an old one: built by Girl, then aged 4. We used apple halves for eyes and they fell out as it melted- gruesome yet poignant and funny. <br />Lisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-30927333510304499102013-01-19T06:11:17.235+00:002013-01-19T06:11:17.235+00:00What a lovely thing to share with your granddaught...What a lovely thing to share with your granddaughter; and such a funny little creature you brought into existence.<br /><br />Crunchy water; I like that.The Crankyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11482237436135513483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-28368368762145377102013-01-19T01:09:39.211+00:002013-01-19T01:09:39.211+00:00The joy of life is in the moment, not the record.
...The joy of life is in the moment, not the record.<br /><br />Diamond, I'm reeling ... What does this mean for storytellers, part of whose business is to pass it on?Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908805179119217608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500425810028077954.post-44349842340272018252013-01-18T23:48:38.389+00:002013-01-18T23:48:38.389+00:00(preempting Suze: if they are part of existence, t...(preempting Suze: if they are part of existence, that is their record: if God is all of us- this should make sense to you I think -I hope!)Lisa Southardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09711376747848601409noreply@blogger.com