When Mary was a little girl she would sit at her grandmother’s feet and listen to her tell stories of growing up in Louisiana. Her grandmother would talk about her father, who she affectionately called Papa. Marge still remembered the stories of her grandmother’s growing up on a farm, in a family of thirteen.
Mary grandmother talked about other members of their family. Her grandfather, a slave and his children. Some of Mary’s ancestors were colorful and brave. Others were scandalous. Mary knew that she would write the stories that she heard at her grandmother’s feet.
Mary loved spending hours alone writing. She had a vivid imagination for creating stories. She was one of five children and there wasn’t a lot of room in the house she grew up in but she would find her space in the bedroom that she shared with her two sisters and she would write.
Mary would write about her family from the stories that her grandmother told her. She would write about the television shows she watched, she loved watching television. Mary had an incredible imagination. Marge knew that she would one day write stories that would move people. She would be a storyteller to people all over the world. She would change the world with her stories.
When Mary turned eighteen she graduated from high school pregnant with her first child. A single mother Mary postponed college to raise her daughter. She got married at twenty-one, gave birth to her second child a year later. Mary worked hard to help her husband and provide a life for her family.
When Mary turned fifty she and her husband moved to a smaller house. Their children were grown, living their own lives. When Mary moved she came across a trunk. after getting settled in her new house she opened the trunk and discovered all the stories she had written when she was a child and teenager. Mary remembered her dreams of telling stories. That day she started organizing her stories. She enrolled in a writer’s workshop offered at the local college and sharpened her skills as a storyteller. A year later Mary’s first stories were published as an anthology. Her dreams had come true.
Mary found a new life in her fifties. She wrote many books, and traveled the country telling stories to audiences all over the country. She had a creative awakening.
How about you? What dreams have you allowed to die? What desires have you allowed to remain hidden in your heart? It’s your time for a CREATIVE AWAKENING. i would love to hear your story.