Captain's Log- Storytellers

Someone asked me about making yarn the other day and how the bunnies are doing. You know it doesn’t take much, and I’m off to the races on my proverbial soap box. I’ll talk about those bunnies and learning to spin yarn all day long.

There was a new gal in the group who I’d never met, taking in the conversation back and forth, her head on a swivel like she was watching pickleball when she eventually said she thought we were talking about writing stories, not spinning actual yarn.

We all laughed and acknowledged there’s always a lot of that kind of yarn spinning too.

Speaking of which, my dad has been writing horse stories. A great part of his life has revolved around horses, ranching as a kid, using a team to harvest meadow hay, training horses, trading horses, jumping horses, and polo horses.

He used to tell me, “They aren’t pets, Rachel, don’t get attached. There’s always another horse.”

He’s a great storyteller, and each one is a walk down the memory lane of my own life. They are poignant, funny, and touching. Like a good yarn should be.

My little daughter — the six-foot-tall drama queen one, loves sitting around telling stories, talking about family events and histories. Last night she said how much she loved that we do that, and how neat it is to be part of a family of storytellers. She said she used to hate it, and when the spinning would begin, she would roll her eyes, “Here we go again.”

I imagine there will come a day when she becomes a storyteller in her own right. Genetically speaking, she can’t really help it.

So while we do our part for now to keep telling our stories and spinning yarn, we’ll be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach