I began my journey with storytelling when I was in college. I took a mythology class and my teacher taught using a story format. He was so awesome with his delivery. It was as if he was an Entertainment Tonight newscaster, telling the class about the latest drama in the world of Greek and Roman mythology. I don't know where my teacher is, or if he teaches any longer. If I could, I would tell him how he planted a seed within, that would bloom 20 years later and be applied in my life through stories I tell my family, friends, and students.
I love storytelling and all that it has to offer. Going to class, or storytelling events are like going to a buffet and each story is a dish to sample. I don't always know what selection of stories will be offered to the audience, but it’s a positive anticipation to be open to. Some stories have touched me deeply, bringing me to tears. I’ve heard a storyteller craft his story so well that I felt I was in the story, as I heard the words come out of his mouth. Some tellers have been so descriptive with a dancing pace, that the story became a movie that played out before my eyes, as I listened. Laughter is medicine that heals the soul, and I have heard storytellers who were quick to share stories, using humor to connect and heal.
I love the diversity of stories told through a mic, and the individuals that share a part of themselves through witnessing events, telling stories of myths, or sharing their insights on life. For me, stories are life's gifts left for the audience to take with them in exchange for a connection of being human.
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