It is late, and I am still at school finishing up for my short week. I love the quiet hours of school when everyone is gone, and I can work quietly. My day was long starting with 7:00 spell bowl and ending with after school arts, but now I sip tea and watch the sun set on the corn field out my window.
After I close down my room with lights and pumpkins all off and umplugged, I will journey down to Ellen's as we get ready to leave for Tennessee early in the morning for the National Storytelling Festival.
It is a mecca, a journey, a quest, a place to renew stories and soul and friendships.
I missed last year, and I so I am anxious to smell the mountain air...walk the old streets of Jonesboro...move from tent to tent listening to the best of the best storytellers...and renew friendships.
So, until next Monday, let the stories be told!!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories