“We chose the name for our project based on an original story titled The Star Thrower, as not only is it inspiring, it accurately articulates through metaphor what we hope to achieve through by sharing our thoughts, knowledge and inspirations with you.  We hope that you share what you discover here, in doing so, you too will be throwing starfish.”

~ Pennie Raven

 

Pennie was introduced to the story by one of her mentors who became a dear friend, and we dedicate this version to her.  In loving memory of Jeni, here is the Starfish Story as told by Jeni herself.

 

REACHING FOR STARFISH

 

In Loving Memory – Jeni Mumford – Reach for Starfish

 

“He often walked along the beach in the morning, planning out his day. Abruptly, one time he went in a different direction. This stretch of beach was more isolated, though still bleakly beautiful. He thought he had the place to himself – until he saw a solitary figure way ahead in the distance. She seemed to be collecting shells, or other objects. Curiously, for each prize she won, she cast it straight back into the sea. He wondered why, and quickened his pace to catch up with her…

Then he saw clearly just what she was doing.

Not shells, he thought, starfish. He smiled to himself. Admirable, of course, to want to give the poor things a chance to be back in the ocean where they could thrive, but surely it was pointless in the face of the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of starfish littering the beach? Not a chance of making a difference to that number.

The star thrower looked up for a moment, almost as if she read his thoughts. She smiled. He smiled back, a little embarrassed, and carried on walking.

Days passed. He spent some time in the city, which he also loved, working. At first, he didn’t think much about the star thrower as he strove to solve problems, meet demands. Somehow very little got solved and the demands seemed even greater than usual. He often felt like giving up. More and more, the image returned to him of the woman reaching down and throwing starfish in a smooth arc to where the sky and the sea and the sunlight joined.

By the end of his long week, the image was too insistent to ignore and he returned once more to that stretch of beach.

The star thrower was there. This time, he stood beside her and bent to reach for starfish. His cast made a precise arc in the bright, harsh sky and he thought to himself – well, we made a difference for that one.

He reached again…”