Many Hats, Many Stories

Ken Iverson, Joy, Foster Nuffer, Julie Strozyk

I went to the rehearsal for Mid Winter’s Tales yesterday.  I feel very honored to a part of this group of storytellers.  It will be a remarkable, thoughtful and warming experience.  Ken, Julie and Foster are all wonderful tellers.  There’s a wide range of stories, most leaning toward the contemplative rather than the whimsical, although we have a bit of humor, too.

Julie is going to tell an original poem called the Apple Tree Man and a wonderful adventure story called Katya and the Magic Nesting Dolls.  I will tell the Northwest Native American tale Moon, Otter, and Little Ugly Green Frog.  I’ll also be debuting an original tale called The Blunder Chair, which tells how the Lelooska Northwest Indian masks helped me deal with my mobility issues.  Foster, a Greek myth expert, will tell the story of Demeter and Kore.  Ken will tell a tale of saving spring called Heart of Winter, and a lovely tale of rebirth called The River.

It promises to be an enchanting event.

I wore my storyteller’s hat for the rehearsal, but Julie’s sister Eileen showed me appreciation for my story by giving me one of her hand crocheted hats.  It was pretty cool because I wore earrings that had been given to me by a crafter in appreciation of one of my Chronically Inspired workshops.  When I got home, I realized how much a hat can change your looks — and how the way you wear a had can change you, too.

Hat tied in back
Hat tied in front

I still like my storyteller’s hat best.

Anansi Spider Hat

I got this hat about 15 years ago at the Chicago Field Museum of Natural History.  They were doing a West African exhibit and these hats were for sale in the gift shop.  Anansi is a trickster and storyteller in West African culture.  When I tried it on, my former husband said, “Girl that hat is you!”  It’s been my favorite ever since.  I find I can tell a story better when I have a story image on my garments.  I wear animal and moon shaped jewelry.  I try to have tokens of the spirits of the stories with me to help me step into the magic.  Plus, it honors the story to dress up a little for it.

Julie Strozyk made a story vest for her Magic Nesting Doll story.  Wow!

Julie's Story Vest

What we wear becomes us, in some way.  I love how we wear garments on the outside but stories on the inside.  They are the way we dress our hearts and souls.

I hope you dress your heart well and warm, with stories that make you happy.

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Come hear me, Ken Iverson, Foster Nuffer, and Julie Strozyk tell stories at the Portland Storyteller’s Guild
MID-WINTER’S TALES: STORIES OF RENEWAL AND WARMTH
January 8, 2011, 7 p.m.
McMenamin’s Kennedy School – Community Room
5736 NE 33rd
Portland 97211

Doors open at 6:30, No reserved seating, early arrival recommended
Suggested Donations: Adult-$5, Child-$4, and $10 for the entire family!

“How to Be Sick” author video

Toni Bernhard, author of How to Be Sick: A Buddhist Inspired Guide for the Chronically Ill and Their Caregivers, has just posted a video on her website.  I am particularly inspired by her use of silk embroidery and other needle arts to help in making her transition to her new situation.  This is about 5 minutes but contains a lifetime of wisdom.

Click here to get to her website home:

Home.

Every Day Magic Links

I read a story called “The Yellow” by Samantha Hunt in the November 29th New Yorker.  It tells a tale that lies on the edge of the tragic and the fantastic.  In it, after a witnessing a miracle, a man says, ‘but I don’t believe in magic.’  A woman says, ” ‘That’s just like not believing in car accidents.  Just because you don’t want them to happen doesn’t mean they don’t.’  She clucked at him, scolding.’It’s not belief.  It’s whether or not you’re going to let magic ruin life.  People pretend the world is ordinary every day.’ She held her hips. ‘Because they have to.'”

I’m not sure you can get to their links if you don’t subscribe to the New Yorker, but try this to read the whole story.

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/11/29/101129fi_fiction_hunt

I hope that the magic in the story leads the characters to a new understanding of life, but it’s not guaranteed.  I keep trying to ground myself in ordinary life, but magic keeps happening.  If believing in it ruins my life, I hope it’s spectacular ruins, like those of Greece and Egypt and Guatemala.

After reading the story this morning, I checked my email and there was a new post on a blog I follow called  Over The Moon,by a delightful young writer who shares her “succulent love affair with life.”  This post starts out as a suggestion for a dictionary game, then gets into a discussion on believing in your own intuition and ends with a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda on the dictionary.

In this season of rush and commercialism, in this time of electronic games and web searches, this post is a refreshing look inward into simpler forms.  A little faith in the self, a little faith in the resilience of reference books, a desire for fun and games, a little help from an intuitive friend and a great poem added simple magic my morning.  Hope you enjoy it, too.

http://poppyspage.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/the-dictionary-game/

Time out for moving

I just wanted to let my blog friends know I haven’t disappeared but am taking some time out for moving.  We’re getting a bigger apartment and I’m getting a studio/study room.  I’ll be back with reports on art, storytelling and the joy of living by December 10!  For more details, become my facebook friend and hear more than you ever imagined.

moving

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