This wasn’t created in the flash of eye, nor with AI artificially.
It took generations to finally meet, a lifetime to attune, years to weave, days to refine and moments of inspiration to arrive at this sense of story, this “once upon a time.”
Prompts bouncing between us in words, drawings and deeds. Deeply listening, profoundly pollinated. Wandering and wondering the outcome until it settled in taking root. Words, drawings and deeds.
All we grasp blossoming from life’s nurturing.
Becoming the mythelium.
Storying together…
Leah and Mark’s backstory is filled with story
Storyseeds
once upon a moment that slipped out of time
the rains came down soulfully sublime
storyseeds growing twisting and turning
fulfilling life’s nooks and crannies
passions and pitfalls a plenty
storyliving the story of story
holding on to what holds us
letting go where we must
entangled entwined
giving it time to unwind
freeing that feeling
taking flight in due time
storyseeds
we be
gifts of the muse
and creativity
A Sense of Story
Once upon a time, there was a being who watered its soul, and as it did so, those seeds began to grow and grow and grow until they took shape and formed into stories that went off into the world and guided them through life.
Because that's what stories can do.
They can guide us and hold us when nothing else can.
And then one day it got clogged with the mutter of life.
So it pulled and it pulled and it pulled and it pulled on the threads that filled its head and let them change shape until one day another story took form, one that held knowledge about climbing mountains and falling into valleys, and it held joy and grief and what it takes to water a soul when you get stuck in the yuck of the muck.
This story held the secrets of a life fully lived.
And this was the kind of story that was a gift that could be given away.
The Eleprocon Chronicles
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