Wanderlust AF #melaninjourney #Repost @cle.hunnigan
KID LOST - Storyteller PT 1
I used to read a lot of fiction as a kid. Often my mom would lose me in Walmart and find me perched on the edge of a book shelf, lost in a world of ancient ruins, swinging on vines in overgrown jungles or walking into a golden sunset over never ending sand dunes. She'd always be annoyed for a moment that I'd wandered off but could never hide her pride as she relayed the incident to her friends.
"Can you believe he loves reading more than playing football?"
"He's been reading since the age of 4."
"He writes really well also."
Mom and I always knew I'd love a good story.
When I started travelling by myself and on projects, I felt like a discoverer. I wandered in our beautiful world and found those distant lands - the hidden waterfalls of Lebanon, the towering mountains of Guatemala, the oases of Oman, the deserts of Morocco, the sunrises of the Caribbean - seriously, the list of amazing things that I've seen could go on forever. Eventually, my heart started tugging, saying I was selfish not to share. It got me wondering how to bring my friends along for the journey, even if they'd never leave the comfort of their living rooms. I wanted to pocket the experiences and share it with all of them and my heart confirmed it. It would pulse as I wrote in my journal, beat harder, faster when I would put sentences together. It wouldn't let up until I would give in, sit down, put pen to paper and let the stories flow out until I was ink and words dry.