moving the podcast – interview from February 4, 2015
Episode 38. Winston Simmonds tells us how he started Sand Dune Publishing and why he created the Between Me And You journal series. We also talk about the importance of asking people we care about for their stories, and sharing our own with them.
“We’ve never talked about some of their feelings, some of their dreams, some of their hopes when they were in their twenties or thirties or forties. Or what they think about the relationship that we all share together, questions that sometimes we’ve been meaning to ask but never get around to.”
0:00 ~ starting a publishing company
5:20 ~ Between Me and You Journals
8:50 ~ origin story
14:50 ~ it’s important to share our stories
20:50 ~ emotional responses
29:20 ~ “the whole point is to connect”
My mother says we all have a list. It contains people who need us at some point, in some way.
We may not realize our role in another’s life, until retrospect sneaks in. An innocent gesture turned instrumental move can take on value to someone in need. We are Good Samaritans, unaware; the human equivalent of chicken soup.
Clarity, now sunken in, has thrust the truth that I, too, am list-worthy.
So I guess what I really mean is things I don’t know why they bring me such joy.
Wind chimes. Not all wind chimes, just certain wind chimes. But if I find a wind chime with just the right sound, it makes me so happy.
Cactus plants. I really just like them. A lot. I always want to buy any cactus plant I see. Except the ones with fake flowers glued to them. Or really, I want to buy them too, and take them home and tear off that fake flower.
Plants in general. Green plants. Any kind of ivy especially makes me happy.
Notebooks. Pads of paper. Any kind of paper bound together.
Blue Ink Pens.
Desk organizers. Pencil cups and phone stands and in-boxes and all those kinds of things.
Books. Although I know why books make me happy.
Blankets. I loooove blankets.
Scarves. And gloves. That I never remember to wear.
These are things that if I see them I want them. I just have an instant desire to have them and keep them.
And even though I don’t buy them, just seeing them makes me happy.
What makes you happy? (Whether or not you know why.)