Thank you, Connie. That really touched me. When I was in elementary school, our head teacher would, at seemingly random times, decide it was time to read to us—Hall of the Mountain King, The Count of Monte Cristo, Tom Sawyer. Whatever else was on the schedule got quietly pushed aside. It felt like a kind of ritual, sacred without ever being announced as such. I think I’ve carried that with me ever since. This space, this unfolding—it’s my way of passing that feeling forward. I’m so glad it resonated. Welcome.
i love this. that memory gave me chills because i remember that total presence when my elementary teachers decided it was story time. thank you for your invitation
love how you’ve made storytelling feel like a shared ritual. subscribed happily and will refer back to your page read and listen more of your work
Thank you, Connie. That really touched me. When I was in elementary school, our head teacher would, at seemingly random times, decide it was time to read to us—Hall of the Mountain King, The Count of Monte Cristo, Tom Sawyer. Whatever else was on the schedule got quietly pushed aside. It felt like a kind of ritual, sacred without ever being announced as such. I think I’ve carried that with me ever since. This space, this unfolding—it’s my way of passing that feeling forward. I’m so glad it resonated. Welcome.
i love this. that memory gave me chills because i remember that total presence when my elementary teachers decided it was story time. thank you for your invitation
There was such magic in those moments, wasn't there? Anything was possible.
We'd all be holding our breaths, and then he'd pause at a cliffhanger and close the book. Always leave them wanting more! 😊