Sunday, February 2, 2014

...our stories...

The sun chose not to shine in St. Louis today, giving way to the clouds that created this dark and dreary day. On days like these the only real adventure one can take is in the pages of a book. So I donned my Christmas jammies and, snuggled beneath a big blanket by the fireplace, stepped into a new story.

I'm not much of a reader, mostly because it takes me forever to finish. I never mastered the art of “skimming.” When I open a book, I insert myself into the pages and take on the persona of one, or more, or all, of the characters. I read with tone and inflection, giving voice to the characters and blocking their scenes in my mind. And if I don't feel that I've said a line or paragraph well, I reread it again...and again. And then I am lost in the story and it's nearly impossible to drag myself back into reality. It's obnoxious, I know. But I don't know how else to read.

And while you might assume that romances are my reading material of choice, (I love love!) my favorite stories are true stories. These are the ones that resonate with me, that remain with me, that change me...

It's taken me much too long to write this post, mostly because I'm so lost in my thoughts and the flames of the fire. But I can't shake the feeling that we each have a profound story to share, one that is singular, of whose likes the world has yet to know.

Will we be brave enough to tell our true stories? Will I?

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  1. I am a reader and I've set a goal for myself this year of trying to read a book a week. I admire the way you read, that's the way it's supposed to be done. But I would never make my goal that way!. I love mysteries but I'm working on broadening my reading range. Let me know if you come across a good read, fiction or non fiction.
    When you say you are desparate to see tuscany no one understands that better than me. Years ago I had read Frances Mayes book " Under The Tuscan Sun" and I desparately wanted to go to Italy. I talked to my regular travel partners, everybody wanted to go but at that time no one could . I had the travel bug so bad that I did something my little timid self had never done. I signed myself up for a tour of tuscany and off I went alone!. I can't explain what that week in tuscany was like for me here in this little comment box. All I can say to you is if you want to go make it happen. You will have memories to carry with you the rest of your life. Good memories. If you do decide to go let me know because I'm going to find a little empty corner of your suitcase and fold myself up to stow away. When we get there I'll pop out and give you a tour of one of the most beautiful cities... Florence ;). I believe I can contribute to your picture hoard with some pics of tuscany. Let me pull some together.
    Let's move on to sweet breads shall we. Time to get out the Penzey's cinnamon and try our hand at cinnamon rolls. Yum!.

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    1. Hahaha! Sweet breads? Andy saw a recipe for cinnamon roll pancakes that he's been wanting me to make, so I'll have to do that first. Have you found a great recipe for cinnamon rolls yet? Pinterest is chock full of them!

      Under the Tuscan Sun was one of my favorite movies and I love that you went on your own! I did the same thing the summer before I met Andy. I had always wanted to travel but couldn't find a committed travel buddy. So I decided to go it alone - and it was fabulous! Oh how I loved it. I wrote a blog when I was there so my family would know I was still alive. You can read it here. http://sharon-thereandbackagain.blogspot.com/

      Andy and I will definitely carve out the time to see Europe...and if I can fit you in my suitcase, you're welcome to come along! =)

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