I found a little book in an antique shop last week called Flowers from Dickens
. It is not in great condition, but the lithographs are beautiful, on heavy off-white paper and accompanied by quotes from Charles Dickens' many books. The book opened to this quotation:… Continue
Added by Granny Sue on September 30, 2010 at 12:06pm —
The nights are drawing in and so its time for all us storytellers to turn our attention to those darker, Devilish tales like the one that I've just this day set down on my story blog...
But just… Continue
Added by Dave Tonge, 'The Yarnsmith ' on September 27, 2010 at 1:00pm —
We are human beings, not human doings, and in every way we are made up of many colours, some dark, some light, some demanding, some gentle.
The dark and demanding are necessary for us to take action and the gentle and spiritual are for nurturing.
When we accept all that we are, then we can accept all that is in others.
Added by Olivia Wells on September 22, 2010 at 12:06pm —
Anyone near New York City or passing through Grand Central Station from 23- 30th September. I will be there for a week-long celebration of Northern Ireland’s tourism, featuring signature project themed displays; activities; culture; food and entertainment. The main stage will host fine music, drama and storytelling - all FREE! I…
Added by Liz Weir on September 19, 2010 at 3:58pm —
In the times of great long ago, there lived a woman, in China.
This woman was very unhappy, her family had thrown her out, she had no home, no family and was in the depths of despair.
"What am I to do - how can I live when there is nothing in this life and nobody who loves me?"
She sat quietly by the side of the river, her tears forming a tiny stream which flowed down to meet the waters of the river.
Each tiny tear pooled at her side until they all… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 19, 2010 at 6:58am —
Take a leaf,
from the heart of a friend,
it is there to share with you
spend it wisely,
the love that it brings
is valid for time long
and a day.
Measure it and you will see
that it reaches beyond the sunrise
and slips between your fingers
if you let it go.
it is intended,
just for you.
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:22am —
is ringed around with every feeling that
exists in this wide universe.
Like a silver coated rainbow running
rings round my soul, in darkness
and lightness, pulled here and there
I sit amidst the storm of passion and
fury, waiting for the centre to pass,
not to be swept away by the emotional
trash that flings itself my way,
the emotional detritus of everyone… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:21am —
Today I raised my voice and said
"Love - its time to come here and hold hands,
we're struggling, pushing our way
through the mud of every day life and there you
sit, just watching and laughing!"
Love turned to me and smiled,
"What do you want of me? All I
have given you, you turn away
and throw down as if rubbish
was more important.
I say that the rubbish of love is
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:19am —
That grey ol sky, he just poured raindrops on me,
so I looked up and pointed at him.
"Hey sky, whatchoo think you doin?
I don't deserve this rain! Why for you cryin?"
The sky answered smiling
"Today is a day for rain, tomorrow may be a different day,
for sunshine, and today I am… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:18am —
is sitting on my hands, running through my fingers
it passes by like water that I just cannot
touch or feel.
When the tomorrow comes that is the final
tomorrow will things come to rest, or will
the puzzle still need to be solved?
the pieces lie in my lap, some of them seem to fit,
and others wait in the wings to be recognised.
What is the difference between the whole picture
and the tiny piece that I… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:15am —
Ode to a son...
Ode to a son.
Like an angry jewel,
your blood red rage
filled my soul
with black dread.
The demon in you, spoke
in words of fire
never finding space
to sip the milk of love
that was offered.
Sometimes the child
that you were,
appeared like a wraith
reaching out to me
in heart… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:14am —
Here. This once upon a time thing. This once it was and I was there. What is it? Shall I walk around it, or sit and watch it.
My hand reaches out to touch, and yet, I cannot see it. So near and yet so far. A bump. A tiny bird feeling - something old, not new, not borrowed and definitely blue.
The wind rushes by my window, just as I rush through life, not pausing to stop, to wait - just for a moment.
This one thing, has been waiting beside, behind, and above, for… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:12am —
Today I threw spears at my soul,
I took up a burnished sword,
and cut out my heart,
calling myself names that you wouldn't understand,
shouting at myself like there was no tomorrow,
until the wise teller inside me said
"peace...what is point of your raging,
there is nothing that you have done
that needs changing - all is here and
all is well"
So I shook her hand, and said thank you
smiling, briefly, and waving my knife
behind my… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:11am —
Today I saw you,
lost in a little world,
that was yours, dreaming
listening, singing songs
that had nothing to do with me,
a world that I cannot touch
cannot see, and will never know.
Robbing me of the human
being that I know, or knew,
smiling a smile that I've never seen
before, for some reason that is
And a child, lost in his quietness,
writing invisible things in the sky,
watching beyond my sight and… Continue
Added by Olivia Wells on September 17, 2010 at 8:09am —
Added by K. Sean Buvala on September 15, 2010 at 6:03pm —
The Art of Storytelling at the Galway Arts Centre starting Sept 20th
to tell a tale? Choke up when it's your turn at the party? Always wanted to tell a story but never know how to begin? Then come to the Introductory course in storytelling at the Galway Arts Centre with International Performance storyteller Clare Muireann Murphy. Learn the art of narration, how to build your story, how to… Continue
Added by Clare Muireann Murphy on September 13, 2010 at 6:00am —
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Added by Lynne Duddy on September 9, 2010 at 7:23pm —
During the first night of Rosh Hashana there are many traditional foods that we eat. We dip the apple into the honey, eat round Challa, eat a fish head (so we will be the head not the tail), fish (so we will multiply), carrots, beets, gourds, dates, cabbage/leeks, pomegranate, and new fruits.… Continue
Added by Rivka Willick on September 8, 2010 at 12:30pm —
There was once a white dragon, one that lived on the very edge of time, splitting her life into distinct places which…
Added by Olivia Wells on September 6, 2010 at 6:00am —
Hello my Voracious Verbal Artists and Friends of the Spoken Word
September dawns heralding the start of the best month of weather in Ireland. September also heralds the dawn of Performance Storytelling to be seen in my lovely city here in the West of Ireland.
Once a year the galleries, theatres, bookshops, libraries and every conceivable artistic space around Ireland open their doors to the public one Friday Night in September for Culture Night. The idea is to celebrate… Continue
Added by Clare Muireann Murphy on September 4, 2010 at 8:30am —