The Moth ~ For Storytellers (and Writers)

My son knew I would be drawn to this. I am a storyteller, and come from a long line of storytellers, and the older I get, the more I embrace it. 

So, this is a game based on The Moth.

The Moth is a nonprofit organization that celebrates the art and craft of true personal storytelling. 

From the moment I opened the sturdy little box, I felt that jolt of adrenaline, knowing this was going to be fun. We could play it as a game, but none of our adult children felt compelled to share certain stories with Mom at the table. I don't blame them; I wouldn't have either. 

 Instead, my husband suggested using them as writing prompts. 

In the past, I have joined in the writing prompts of Reedsy - excellent for those who want to hone their skills or just to write. I have no intention or desire to write a book (just not talented enough), but I do have a constant urge to write, and I love exploring other avenues. 

Calling All Friends

If you also have a desire to write and share God's Word, our blog friend and brother in the Lord, Victor, has a new blog and opportunity he would like to share: 

Read that here. 

Okay, imagine driving through the rugged and unforgiving landscape of Humboldt County during an illegal marijuana harvest, back in the day. It was a hot, dry day. 

 I had a toddler strapped into his car seat, and my infant nestled in his - peacefully oblivious to the chaos around us. As we navigated the winding roads in my 1971 VW Camper bus (with no air-conditioning), my stomach growled, reminding me that we had run out of cash, were running low on gas, and that this was supposed to be a shortcut back to the Bay Area. 

What were we thinking? Did I mention I was in my early twenties? 

We had one BankAmericard, which no one accepted in these rural areas. 

Just as we reached the summit of a rugged mountain, our brakes started to fail.  There we were, coasting down the steep mountainous dirt road, every twist and turn with the Mad River rushing below. It was terrifying, and I thought for sure we were going to die. 

How did we know we had wandered into an illegal pot grow during harvest? 

 I truly feel there was some compassion shown towards us, influenced by God, even though I had not yet embraced faith. After stopping at a weathered gas station/store/pool hall to find a telephone (that didn't work), we realized we had inadvertently entered yet another restricted area. It seemed to be their main hub, which is why food was unavailable, and the phone lines were down. The locals curiously sized us up. And without any of them speaking a word to us (we just instinctively knew not to say anything to them), a few rough-looking men motioned for us to follow them out and back to the road to lead us to freedom home. 

As we trailed them back to the road, we caught sight of the gun racks in the back window of their trucks, filled with shotguns. 

We dodged a bullet, literally!

The drive down to Garberville was still harrowing - it was dark, and we were not on a highway for hours, and finally we hit 101 - and a gas station, and lo and behold, they took the BankAmericard. 

All in all, the whole ordeal took us nearly 18 hours to get home. 

✅At the time, I didn't think we would make it out of there. 

✅My heart was definitely racing 

✅Absolutely out of my comfort zone

Well, that was fun.  We'll see if I actually get inspired by these prompts for future posts. 

Anyway, don't forget to check out Victor S E Moubarak's post on his blog Time for Reflections. Our blogger friend, Martha, has already posted on the Christian Lounge. Go check it out! 

That's all I have for today. 

May you all enjoy your evening and have a blessed Sunday. 

Debby