Stories are powerful.
When my dad and I read Indian in the Cupboard together like a decade ago(?!), I took on the emotional turmoil of the characters. Either that or the story compacted and released the frustration, sadness and confusion that were festering due to the collapse of of my parents' marriage.
I'm saying that to say that stories have an affect on me. Tonight I continue to read Ender's Game after someone thankfully returned it to the library after I lost it, and I took it out again. Right now I'm really impacted by what Ender is going through. It's intensifying my feelings of the moment, or maybe just making me more sensitive to them. (It's also keeping me up at night because I can't put it down!)
Hey, what do you know, The Dawnbreakers has that powerful effect that too. Badasht Academy has set so many of us on fire. It was interacting with the story of my great aunt in the last year of Badasht that pointed me on my current path. It is through stories about `Abdu'l-Bahá that we can set our sights on perfection. I hereby decide to hone my handle on the art of storytelling as I relate to others.
Here's a great one I found online.
When Abdu'l-Baha was first in Chicago it, was Spring and He was eager to go to the zoo. He had never seen a large city zoo, and He was very merry over the prospect. Then it was explained to Him that, this being the Spring of the year, most of the animal-mothers would be bearing litters and, at the first approach of a stranger, they'd rush their babies into safe hiding. This did not perturb Abdu'l-Baha at all. He wanted to go anyhow. So a group of five or six of the Friends took Him. He motioned to them to stay a little behind and He went forward all alone. And, as He approached each cage, the small animal-mother brought out all her babies to show Him, then hurried them back to safety and protection from the following Friends.
I'm saying that to say that stories have an affect on me. Tonight I continue to read Ender's Game after someone thankfully returned it to the library after I lost it, and I took it out again. Right now I'm really impacted by what Ender is going through. It's intensifying my feelings of the moment, or maybe just making me more sensitive to them. (It's also keeping me up at night because I can't put it down!)
Hey, what do you know, The Dawnbreakers has that powerful effect that too. Badasht Academy has set so many of us on fire. It was interacting with the story of my great aunt in the last year of Badasht that pointed me on my current path. It is through stories about `Abdu'l-Bahá that we can set our sights on perfection. I hereby decide to hone my handle on the art of storytelling as I relate to others.
Here's a great one I found online.
When Abdu'l-Baha was first in Chicago it, was Spring and He was eager to go to the zoo. He had never seen a large city zoo, and He was very merry over the prospect. Then it was explained to Him that, this being the Spring of the year, most of the animal-mothers would be bearing litters and, at the first approach of a stranger, they'd rush their babies into safe hiding. This did not perturb Abdu'l-Baha at all. He wanted to go anyhow. So a group of five or six of the Friends took Him. He motioned to them to stay a little behind and He went forward all alone. And, as He approached each cage, the small animal-mother brought out all her babies to show Him, then hurried them back to safety and protection from the following Friends.