The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children by Jane Andrews
Why do we tell stories?
Gaia is the ancestral mother of all life: the primal Mother Earth goddess. She is the immediate parent of Uranus the sky , from whose sexual union she bore the Titans themselves parents of many of the Olympian gods and the Giants , and of Pontus the sea , from whose union she bore the primordial sea gods. Her equivalent in the Roman pantheon was Terra. Beekes has suggested a Pre-Greek origin. Hesiod 's Theogony tells how, after Chaos , "wide-bosomed" Gaia Earth arose to be the everlasting seat of the immortals who possess Olympus above. Afterwards with Uranus she gave birth to the Titans , as Hesiod tells it:.
In fact, our brains are so adept at detecting story patterns that we often see them where they don't even exist, as evidenced by a study at Smith College. Study participants were shown a short film in which two triangles and a circle moved across a screen that also contained a motionless rectangle. When asked what they saw, all but one of the participants reported a narrative with a "worried" circle and two fighting triangles, one that was an "innocent young thing" and another that was "blinded by rage and frustration. Anthropologists tell us that storytelling is a feature of every known culture, but what is it about stories that make them so universal? Because a story involves both data and emotions, it's more engaging — and therefore more memorable — than simply telling someone, "Those berries are poisonous. In fact, stories are remembered up to 22 times more than facts alone, according to Jennifer Aaker , a marketing professor at Stanford's Graduate School of Business.
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Mother Earth: A short story about history of our home, the earth.
My favorite time of year here in Tennessee is fall. People drive from all over the country to see the fall colors across the state. I get so excited during this time of year as summer fades, quite literally, into fall. Some people go to the beach and understand the irony of feeling tiny in comparison to the ocean while realizing the significance of their own lives at the same time. Spending time with nature, especially in the fall, gives me that same sensation. Whether I am painting a path overshadowed by red, yellow and orange leaves, or a specific tree transitioning from a luscious spring to a hot summer and into its final colors, I hope to include the fall of nature into the fall of human life.