Stories ought not to be just little bits of fantasy that
are used to wile away an idle hour; from the beginning of the human race
stories have been used - by priests, by bards, by medicine men - as magic
instruments of healing, of teaching, as a means of helping people come to terms
with the fact that they continually have to face insoluble problems and
unbearable realities.
The book smelled dusty
and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first
page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
If we want to make
meaning, we need to make art. Cook, write, draw,
doodle, paint, scrapbook, take pictures, collage, knit, rebuild an engine,
sculpt, dance, decorate, act, sing – it doesn't matter. As long as we're
creating, we're cultivating meaning.