Storytelling Season
It's time to feed our imaginations
We have begun the damp, dark descent into autumn here in Northern Ontario. The leaves have changed color (those that do) and most have fallen. The storms and frosty nights have hurried along the great shedding. We’ve had a few overcast days back to back, gotten some substantial rain and the cool nights are a reminder of what’s coming. Mother Nature is preparing us. We’ve already had a bit of snow that stayed on the grass for a few days.
This is storytelling season.
The cultures that kept their myths, legends, and morality lessons by telling them around the fires did so not only to pass those teachings along but also to comfort their children. Darkness came in many forms and wore masks other than moonlight and stars. Darkness came in the form of starvation from lack of food. Darkness crept into people’s hearts as self-doubt on long, sleepless nights. Stories were a way of battling those fears, teaching the children to work hard, respect their Elders and pass on their legends.
Fire still holds a vital role in our lives, even if it might look different for some of us. Fire can be a gas stove that bakes our casseroles, a woodstove that warms us, and bakes our bread. Fire is still a communal gathering point for many of us. It still beckons us to come and sit nearby, and share our story.
And I will.
Here, in this meeting space accessible to you and I, we can share our stories with each other. The stories we were told as children. Our own stories of challenges and victories, or of failure if w so choose. Stories make us human. Stories inform, entertain and teach.
Stories are as valuable as gold.
Storytelling season sustains us and feeds our souls and our imaginations.
Allow me to feed your imagination. Subscribe. Visit this space often. Read the stories I share and share a bit of yourself by letting me know if a story touched you.
I look forward to discussing these things with you.