Merlin & Lena
I’ve been thinking about how stories travel through time, like old spells that keep being retold and altered, and how that shapes who we feel we are. What do you think, Merlin?
Stories are like living spells, ever shifting, each retelling adding a new syllable to the tale of who we become. The echoes of old words shape our sense of self, just as a tide shapes the shore.
I love that comparison—stories do feel like tides, carving us a little deeper with each wave of retelling. It’s almost as if we’re all trying to catch the same shore, even though each of us sees it a bit differently. What’s a story that’s reshaped you lately?
The tale of the wandering gardener, a simple folk story I heard on a quiet night, has stayed with me. It’s about a man who tends a plot that never blooms, yet he keeps watering it because he believes in its potential. I found myself wondering, “What if I keep hoping for something that seems impossible?” It taught me to keep faith in the unseen, and now I look for that quiet hope in every new story I share.