How Letty Found Magic by Murphy Doodle

 Letty knows how much i love to play, every>>night, , , , , , before we sleep,

but lately she says NO..........that is a word i no and i do not like it,

Some>>times she would walk around the yard with me and then sit down and take a nap

She said her head felt cluttered and needed naps so it could work better

all winter she sat in her play room making words, like J E F F E R S O N out of letters on her computer,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,She could not help me write my stories

I stayed with her and watched for squirrels + cats at the window or slept on my bed,,,,,,still we played inside games at night before sleep

One day she told me to stop whining and go play with>>out her then she showed me her frown face

I whined for her to play and she growled at me 

I laid down in the corner behind her 

It began to rain 1 day then 2 days 

I took naps 2 because the house was quiet

At last the sun came out and there were flowers blooming

Letty went outside with me and played frisbee,,,,I ran as fast as I could

I heard her tell Jack that the wind might blow the clutter out of her head

The wind blew day after day but the clutter did not fly away and she kept her frown

I licked Letty's face and ears

She smiled :)   :)    :) 

If Letty would chase me around the house her brain might work better ??????

I wagged my tail and gave her my paw

She smiled (:   (:    (: 

Finally, , , , ,she whispered in my ear and it tickled--I liked it--then she whispered again with a smile

"Murphy," she said my name while she rubbed by chin and ears "Where is your toy ? ? ? ?"

I jumped for joy and fun and found my toy then I dug out another toy and she threw my toys all over the house

She laughed and laughed and I jumped over the furniture and raced around the house

The next night we played toys and she laughed again........It felt like magic in the air

After she laughed her frown went away!

I wish people were more like dogs

Dogs do not frown

But people make magic when they laugh

{}[]\\||?/?/?/{   } letty let me hit funny keys on the black writer 

 

Inspiration--A Story A Story

Rainbows over the Highlands.

It’s been several years since I told stories professionally.  Now I tell stories through my blog, through social gatherings, quietly in my head, on pieces of paper that I eventually lose, and sometimes for organizations who want a 30-60 minute speaker.  I like it best when there is an audience; where eyes and hearts will interact with the stories I share, but I beam with joy when someone replies to a blog posting that reached out to them.

        Like storytellers for eons of time, I believe that life’s sorrows, worries, triumphs, and joys can be endured when told in a story.  “Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t

Book Dog

remember who we are or why we’re here.”  (Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees.)   Sometimes stories lie way down in my belly and other times they drift through my head like spinning spirally clouds.  It’s when they are not surrounding me that I feel most alone.  That’s when I reflect and turn to a place or time for inspiration.  

I needed to refresh my brain with stories and memories, so I went to my book cup board to search.  Books have always taken me vicariously through life, often giving me new roads to explore.  When the cupboard opened there sat my puppet, Book Dog, cramped in a corner but happy to see me.  I laughed because I was confident that I had not left him there.  What mystery of life had taken a puppet out of bag and set him in front of a door for me to see at this moment?  Ah!, yes, a house full of children one weekend played with the puppets and helped me rearrange the shelves.  The laughter of seeing the puppet, the memories of children’s voices asking for

Jefferson puppeteers

Book Dog, and the stories themselves began to flow easily through my mind’s eye. 

I took a notebook filled with my favorite stories, and headed to the patio to sit in the sun and read.  Inspiration with each story took me back to a time when stories came to life in the eyes of the children surrounding me.  A tear trickled down my face and I smiled.  The children who inspired me to share stories

Prairie Hills Middle School Storytellers

of laughter, of sadness, of courage, and to take those unexpected journeys in life are now grown.  To all of you I say, “Thank you for sharing your enthusiasm of life, your imaginative thoughts, your real life adventures, and for opening your hearts to a well told story.”

A story A story, Let it Come, Let it Go. 

P.S.  After posting this story only 24 hours ago I have been in touch with two of my former students, who were storytellers.  We can't imagine how much difference we make in each others lives by simply sharing a story from the heart.  



*Thank you Cindy Dale for this beautiful photo of the double rainbow over the Highlands.  

*students from PHMS: April Whittington, Becky Walenz, Ben Rawlins, Lindsey Snyder, Omid Heidari.