“The soul possesses an ineffable intelligence that cannot be controlled. Like mist, the soul cannot be forced, directed, or squeezed into a box where it does not belong. It cannot even be fully seen or perceived, for the soul is a timeless, feathered thing that flies in more worlds than one.” ~ Frank MacEowen, The Mist-Filled Path
For the most part, I try not to go to Facebook first thing in the morning. Sometimes it happens, then I have to think of Mark Zuckerberg sitting on top of a cool $33.3 billion dollars and somehow he made all the money by yanking my strings and getting me to march on over to Facebook. Friggin guy’s a hoot. The things that pass for knowledge, I can’t understand. Oops! That last sentence was from a Steely Dan song, thus proper attribution must be applied. I saw them fellas perform once, down yonder at the Sandia Casino and Resort, in Albuquerque. I’ll take Steely Dan over Zuckerberg, any day of the week. I had no intention of yakkin about Zuckerberg this morning, but you know, by now, just what the guy does to me. Yet it all, somehow, comes down to stories. Facebook is a marketplace for stories just as much as it is a social media blitz of a software menagerie. Says me, and I am the storyteller here. Have no doubt about it. Pardon me while I step outside, into the profound cold of the pre-dawn air in the high desert mountains of Northern New Mexico, to see if I can witness a meteor or two. Leonids shower tonight, don’tcha know. My Grandpa Ebert usta say “don’tcha know”. I love it. He gave me a storytelling tool and I figured out how to use it. Now – about them stars. Gon out. Bizy. Back soon.
I saw one, a fast one, the only one. Falling stars are sweet. Just watch the film version of Neil Gaiman’s Stardust, you’ll see. Neil is one of my hallowed favorite influences as far as writing goes. Now – it is 7ºF out there, which makes it a little hard to bear, even with a winter coat, even with a meteor shower, even with a knit cap bearing the logo from Taos Mesa Brewing, which is just down the road a ways, out toward the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. You may have noticed by now that I am toying with figures of speech this morning. Part of my morning’s research was to peruse the list of common figures of speech. Of course, irony is my favorite, but metaphor is the most useful, for me anyway. Another bit of research was delving into the rich world of quotes from Ursula K. Leguin. She’s another of my hallowed favorite influences as far as writing goes.
“A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.” ~ Ursula K. Leguin
In recent days I’ve been thinking a lot about stories and souls, and so far, as far as I can tell, no conclusions need be drawn. The world of stories intertwines with strands of the Dreamtime, which in turn feed back into this world, and round and round. Progress can be made by going in circles. I’ve tried, it works, k?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.