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18 January~2008
What I get from listening to the tapes of my storytelling, is that I have a tendancy to push the story, to rush to its completion. I don't pause enough, give the story a chance to breathe. I need to slow down now and again, to let my listeners absorb what I have said.
I tried to do better on the story I told this morning, to my three classes of third graders. The story was an old oral folk tale from the Intuit people of Alaska, about a young girl who was abandoned by her brothers because they were short of food for the winter.
Now that I have a year experience, I find the searching for new stories is almost as enjoyable as the telling of them.
After I do and let it all settle down, it is clear that I like some of them more than others. Otoonah is one of my favorites, because of the strength she finds within herself, alone in the wilderness.
You can listen to it at this link:
Telling the story three times in a row, 20 minutes each time, left me sort of exhausted. It was good I had scheduled to take the whole day off from work.
The afternoon of my story (Friday) I went to Horse Rescue, and fixed a Tpost on the fence that I have noticed has been pushed loose. I also installed a new tire and tube on the sawdust cart, which is something I have been meaning to do for a year, and finally got to it.
The horses came up to see what I was doing when I was out in the pasture working, which was good, since being around them is one of the main reasons I go up there and volunteer.
Take a look of the pictures below that show clear weather out to the West at sunset. Based on those clear skies, I decided to go to the Friday swing dance downtown at the Turnverein, even though snow was in the forecast. Given a choice, I would rather not spend weekend nights alone. There is the rest of the week for that.
When I left there were just snow flurries near home. By the time I got downtown it was approaching blizzard conditions.
I was surprised how many people showed up in spite of the weather, and it was worth it driving through the snow. (which is easy to say now, since I got home without wrecking my truck).
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