Simultaneous Stories
by Lisa A Kramer, in A Writer's Life
I wake up and somewhere a child falls asleep. I turn on my computer to start writing a blog post, and another blogger starts typing hers. People dance in one part of the world while people die in another.
I walk outside to answer the call of the moon, and elsewhere others see the same moon as I do, while still more rise to worship the sun.
We all live simultaneous stories.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT_UmBHMYzg]
This movie intrigues me for a number of reasons. One is simply that one of my high school friends contributed to it. But, the idea of simultaneous stories intersects all of my writing lately.
Stories are what connect us and what divide us. As a newborn takes his first breathe in one part of the world, an old woman might breathe her last. Those breathes are connected through time and space.
As a couple consummate their love for one another in an elaborate hotel room or the backseat of a car, another one breaks apart in irretrievable pieces. Those stories connect through symbolism and meaning.
As our government falls apart in the face of greed and stupidity, people all over the country struggle to pay their bills, feed their children, and take their medicine. Those stories are connected by a lack of understanding.
As we live our lives securely here, someone dies brutally there. Sadly, those stories too are connected, because the explanation for them lies in belief systems that cannot meet half way, as well as a greed and a hunger for power that corrupts the stories of all human kind.
In the link between stories, between lives, between souls we touch, lie the stories that we all know, feel, live and breathe. All cultures have common stories, told in different ways. All cultures have their demons, their ghosts, their creation myths, and their justifications of existence. All cultures have their jokes, and their songs, and their fairy tales. All cultures have their stories, and they only differ in details, not in essence.
All cultures have the stories told around campfires or while snuggled in under the covers of darkness.
These are the stories I want to write. These are the stories I want to share. These are the stories I want to hear.
I walk outside to answer the call of the moon, and elsewhere others see the same moon as I do, while still more rise to worship the sun.
We all live simultaneous stories.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT_UmBHMYzg]
This movie intrigues me for a number of reasons. One is simply that one of my high school friends contributed to it. But, the idea of simultaneous stories intersects all of my writing lately.
Stories are what connect us and what divide us. As a newborn takes his first breathe in one part of the world, an old woman might breathe her last. Those breathes are connected through time and space.
As a couple consummate their love for one another in an elaborate hotel room or the backseat of a car, another one breaks apart in irretrievable pieces. Those stories connect through symbolism and meaning.
As our government falls apart in the face of greed and stupidity, people all over the country struggle to pay their bills, feed their children, and take their medicine. Those stories are connected by a lack of understanding.
As we live our lives securely here, someone dies brutally there. Sadly, those stories too are connected, because the explanation for them lies in belief systems that cannot meet half way, as well as a greed and a hunger for power that corrupts the stories of all human kind.
In the link between stories, between lives, between souls we touch, lie the stories that we all know, feel, live and breathe. All cultures have common stories, told in different ways. All cultures have their demons, their ghosts, their creation myths, and their justifications of existence. All cultures have their jokes, and their songs, and their fairy tales. All cultures have their stories, and they only differ in details, not in essence.
All cultures have the stories told around campfires or while snuggled in under the covers of darkness.
These are the stories I want to write. These are the stories I want to share. These are the stories I want to hear.
"The destiny of the world is determined less by the battles that are lost and won than by the stories it loves and believes in." —Harold Goddard
Join me, my friends, as we sit by the campfire and share each others stories. Help me, my friends, link those stories together in a glowing web of understanding and hope.
I am the Storyteller, but I am not the only one. Together we tell the stories we all need to hear. Together we create the stories of life.
Together we are The Storyteller.
And if life is a story, then we have the right to choose how that story ends. We can choose our own destruction, or we can recognize the ties that join us and create a story that allows room for us all.
Join me, my friends, as we sit by the campfire to share our stories.
