Simon leaned his back against the cool wall of the cavern and meditated quietly for awhile. Finally, when his mind had cleared of all worries and concerns, he got up and lit a lamp and wound his way through the tunnels to the very back room of the cavern. There was a small chamber at the end of a long tunnel and in it was a Storyboard Game even older than the one under glass. It was painted on a skin and he kept it rolled, tied, and stored in the little chamber.
The game pieces were all carved from turquoise, tourmaline, and other natural stones, each one crudely shaped into animal forms—a bear, a dog, a tortoise. He unrolled the hide and smoothed it out on the floor of the chamber and put the lamp nearby so he could see the beautiful images, faded over time but still clear to the eye.
He picked up the small bear and a delicate little bird and placed them at the starting place. “Marcus,” he said aloud as he placed the bear. “Elsinor,” he said as he placed the bird. He threw the tile and began.
A quiet reflection
When you place the pieces of a story on the board, do you believe you are choosing—or remembering?
When you place the pieces of a story on the board, do you believe you are choosing—or remembering?
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