Fishermen are notoriously good storytellers. Who can resist the suspense of the catch, and the disappointment of the one who got away?

As a teacher, my favourite class was the one where we put the desks in a circle and told stories. After all, oral traditions are where stories begin.

My grandchildren naturally prod for legends: “Grandma tell me a story about my mom when she was young,” or “Did you do this when you were little?”

Lives are built around the stories we are told, and then, if we have any sense of creativity at all, we rewrite them: create new stories to broaden the scope of possibility.

This week, I borrowed from the Dalai Lama as a focus for our discovery: “The planet does not need more “successful people.” The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers. restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”

Those of us to take the time to blog already fall into these categories, don’t you think? The world needs us.

Thanks to all who participated. Please drop by and have a read:

Let’s Move, I Write Her
Open Myself, parallax
Hush of Sunrise, HeavensSunshine
Seagull Serendipity, A Shared Space
Working Together, Heart to Heart
Jokers are Wild, Eugi’s Causerie
Cascade, syncwithdeep
And I Wonder, Sgeoil

(Photo image is last on card from end of April. Linking up with Bushboy’s challenge.)

See you tomorrow for a new challenge.