The fire burnt quietly on the beach and as the evening progressed, Yolanda and Mr Man listened to the stories and to the slow beating drum, transfixed…...
"The spoken word and the rhythm of the drum weave together to take us to another time, another place. They take us to story time where the confines and rules of this world slip away, and the imagination is set free.
Story time is a place where mountains are made from scarlet crystals, the wind whispers secrets in your ears, stones hold the wisdom of the ages and trees walk by your side.
It's where shape shifters roam the land, human beings and animals speak the same language and words become magic.'
Gordon Munro ( got to be a good storyteller with a name like that!)
Mr Man has his bag packed and hopes Yolanda will follow his dreams……
Three good things;
I. I have had my mole excised and cannot wash dishes for at least 10 days!
2. Interested in the hiccup of 365 briefly but it came back.
3. Evening is my favourite time of day!
Lovely colour and chiaroscuro (is it ok to use that term for photographs?) here, and so nice to see Mr. Man and Yolanda quietly enjoying something together.
I couldn't figure out what was wrong last night--the only time I had to get on yesterday!!!!