Monday, November 16, 2009
The Art of being a Storyteller
me. I didn't know anyone that actually wore a shawl. Her hair pulled back into a small gray donut shaped bun. I was always happy to see her.Why? Because she was a storyteller. I would sit at her feet, with roses embroidered on her slippers, or next to her on the deep aqua colored couch, with floral swirls in the design on the firm cushions, and hang on to her every word. She would take me to places from far away and long ago. She was
not animated, but expressive with her face and eyes. I still remember her to this day. I can hear her voice, see her wrinkled hands with the large veins. I remember the stories. What a delightful and precious memory. I have several friends that love to storytell. It is an art, and something that I think is part of your personality. My dad was a joke teller, and that is a different talent. I have told a few stories in my time, and I am happy when time passes and someone tells me that they shared my story with another, "but I didn't tell it as good as you did". That's the part of the art that I so appreciate, to make the story a part of you and bring another person and make them a part of that world. The art of transending through time or place and embracing us with words, letting our own imaginations fill in the empty spaces. A storyteller and a listener do a dance together, they feed off each other. It doesn't matter if the story is based on truth or fiction. The best stories have truth in them and the experiences themselves grow, they become fertile with imagination, creativity and the sense of wonder .Storytelling on a personal basis has gone thru changes as a form of entertainment. We are entertained sophisticated media, but that too is a form of storytelling. Do you know any storytellers? Maybe, if you take a few minutes, close your eyes, go back in time, to childhood, or to a recent party or visit with a friend. Remember a story. I hope I have stirred a thought, a memory and made you smile.