the art of storytelling...

some people possess that special ability to raise you up with their words, ideas, and overall energy. being in their presence is as free as flying and as fluid as swimming. one such person is a new, yet dear friend of mine, Alicia Corley.

Alicia is the creative force behind iplanthings, her event planning company and the creator of the upcoming event The Art of Storytelling, which takes place this Thursday, September 19th at the Midtown Arts Center. i am elated to be a part of this moment. Alicia has called forth artist, writers, and other creative types to take part in this evening of inspiration.

this event, in my mind, is the first of its kind here and one that is much needed. we need spaces for people to share their truth through art--- spaces that spark creative wildfires that cannot be contained.

talking to Alicia yesterday in the coffee shop was every bit of inspiring. she is so attuned with her purpose and is doing everything possible to express and fulfill that purpose. that is the best thing any of us can do with our time, energy and gifts.

again, i am completely elated to be a part of The Art of Storytelling and i anticipate seeing you Thursday, September 19th at 6PM at the Midtown Arts Center located at 121 Millsaps Ave. Be sure to RSVP for your chance to win an amazing "Created For a Purpose" gift basket at http://theartofstorytelling.splashthat.com/.

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