He stood in the doorway of my office and his presence filled both the door and the office. He was a large man, but his presence was much bigger than his physical body.
It’s like a bird flying overhead, the “presence” of the bird forces you to look up to verify there isn’t a pterodactyl in the sky. It’s just a feeling.
He was first in command, I was second – we had a great working relationship and generally saw eye to eye on most matters. Still, when his presence was felt, I couldn’t help but wonder, what now? I’m in trouble…there’s a fire to put out somewhere….what?
I immediately offered an apology for my “monologuing” at this mornings meeting, I’m lucky he appreciates my sense of humor, and realizes when I generate laughs the world becomes my stage and I just can’t stop.
Talking about painful things become less painful when there is laughter. Nobody really wants to hear the painful lamenting. It’s been a self defense mechanism for years!
My apology was met with an unexpected response. He said, “That’s why I’m here.”
He said, “You need to write, you need to think about”Storytelling”.
I hadn’t heard the term “Storytelling” beyond being punished in grade school for it!
He said, If you write, I’ll help you anyway I can – whatever you need. You just need to tell your stories. Be your own Storyteller.
I heard my mother’s voice…He just feels sorry for you. Nobody wants to hear about you.
The gestation period
That seed was planted almost 15 years ago, but failed to sprout for another 5 years.
Moving to another city, my brain churned like it was making butter… what should I do now? Long walks with the dog listening to music wasn’t the answer.
The lyrics to Coldplay’s song Viva la Vida would ring in my ears “I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets that I used to own.” My thoughts exactly! I used to be something!
A card unexpectedly arrives in the mail.
For god’s sake who sends cards for no occasion any more?
Scribbled inside the card, the note said, maybe it’s time to start writing.
I took Coldplay off my playlist and turned on Lady Gaga’s Edge of Glory. “I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment of truth”.
It’s time to tell stories. We’ll talk later….