I wrote this a week ago at the fair—now it is over for another year. And I have thoughts about that too, about it being over and how strange it is to return to “normal” life. I also have been thinking a lot about the words carnal, carnival, and carney. But, in the meantime, I thought I’d share this.
I also love hearing people's stories and what their childhood was like or what memories they have from their childhood! It's so fascinating to see what has shaped people!
There has to be a book, or two, in all this fairground stuff. A novel and a memoir.
I work with seniors everyday as a chaplain. I ALWAYS am wondering about their stories.
I started a writing group at the beginning of this year, and I'm continually amazed at the stories that pour out of our band of writers.
Traumas.
Adventure.
War.
Amazing trips.
A failed kiss from Elvis (hilarious story!)
I could go on and on. But listening to another's story is one of the deepest forms of listening that I know.
I also love hearing people's stories and what their childhood was like or what memories they have from their childhood! It's so fascinating to see what has shaped people!