at the newspaper meeting last friday (before halloween), dressed in costumes, i had the kids use their stormy creativity on the old "it was a dark and stormy night..." line, taking it places it had never been...
DO something with it, i told them, like, something, different, from a noise scratching at the window etc... i knew they were capable (and frankly, they knew it too.)
the next hour and a half that followed was full of poems, dark 'n stormy stories, haiku, photo shoots, and an abundance of pleading moments: can i pleeeeaaaase read you what i just wrote?? can i read this out loud? can i share just one more?!!!
... somehow, a few quiet gems were left unseen, tucked in the stack of pages to photocopy. it wasn't until later when i was making copies that i found this one amongst the others in the stack, written by my dearest abby. and standing there in the bright and empty copy room... i read abby's dark 'n stormy adaptation.
It was a dark and Stormy night .........
a young couple danced
under the dim light of the moon as
it was snowing.
The Christmas Spirit
was just around the corner,
but not one Christmas tree was up.
all alone with a huge grin, i shook my head at the page saying, ABBY! abby abby abby you got it-- this is-- that's it abby, i knew, you knew... exactly. abby!! this is why, this is exactly, kind of-- the thing i'd--
dark 'n stormy barbie
(writing talent sold separately)
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Dear Chantal,
I hope that if the dark and the storm captured you, that a new ray of hope will soon begin to warm you again and that you will once more begin to share your inspiring scribbles.
I do know about long lapses between my own offering, often it is far to long, but no matter, for I always feel better once the pen or keys are set into motion.
I also know that a lack of response from the outside can cause one to feel that it doesn't even matter, but it does.
:-)))
Craig
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