Want to tell nature stories, but not sure where to start? Need help making your science curriculum come to life? Wishing you could help your children understand the world around them without resorting to dry facts and figures? Why not join us for a fun journey into storytelling with nature?!? We start in October, and you'll be ready after the very first day to dive in and tell stories that awaken wonder and joy about the natural world! Find out all about it here!
Hello, lovely ones! I have two videos to share with you right now. These are the facebook live videos I've shared in the past two weeks. One is about WHY we need fairy tale role models -- heroes and heroines. That one is here.
The second is a bedtime story -- Sweet Porridge! It's a sweet little tale, perfect for any time of day, really!
The doors open tomorrow for this new, fast and easy Story/Reading journey. This is a 2-week ecourse that will give you new fairytale eyes for the journey you are on, and help you to see yourself as the hero/ine of your own story! Can't wait to share this with you all! The course starts on August 20.
Let me be very clear: on this page, we believe that Black Lives Matter, science is real, no one is illegal, and all people, regardless of gender, are valuable and amazing expressions of the glorious beauty of the universe. We listen to children and elders. We share stories, because stories are how we make meaning in our world. Stories are absolutely vital to our existence. When someone tells you their story, do them the honor of LISTENING AND BELIEVING.
I choose to share stories that uplift and inspire, that delight and bring us to wonder. I do this because I feel it is deeply needed food for the journey. Please share your stories, please tell stories, and please, listen to stories new and old for the pulse of wisdom beating just under the surface.
Free, Seven-Day storytelling ecourse starts tomorrow! Are you in? Sign up at the link below, and you won't miss a thing!!
July 24, I'll start sending out the emails for the Storytelling Ecourse! This was a big hit 2 years ago when I last offered it, and I am really excited to offer it again. This course is seven days of daily emails, plus some audio stories, all centered on bringing storytelling to children in your care. This course is perfect for teachers, homeschoolers, and parents, as well as for anyone who spends time with kids and wants to tell some different kinds of stories. This is an beginner's course -- no experience necessary! -- but will contain depth, thoughtfulness, and big ideas that makeit appropriate for those seeking a re-connection as well!
You can sign up by following this link!
I am not stressing out about screen time. Well, not too much. We are well, well over the waldorf recommended amount for age 8 1/2 (uh, that is, none), and I'm fully conscious of this. And determined not to stress.
Sugar. Not stressing about sugar, except about how desperately I would like someone to deliver some DQ to my house, stat.
Whether it's okay to do some easy stuff or if I have to take a BIG LEAP RIGHT NOW. okay. I'm stressing a little bit about that. But it's kinda navel-gaze-y. And for this week, I'm more thinking about dinner. Because dinner is a big deal -- people seem to want it EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!
So that's something I am kind of stressing about, which means I need to find something I'm not stressing out over... oh no, now I'm stressed about too many prepositions!
I am not stressed out about fireworks. I love them, and our house is shut against the heat and humidity, so the poor dog is not being beset by too much noise.
So yeah, not stressing about three things. What three things are you refusing to stress out about this week?
It gets weird in my head sometimes. Does it get weird in yours? Do you find yourself worrying and looping, and stuck?
Feels like old times again, writing again and again about how hard it is to write, and how hard it is to do anything new. So, I'm not writing about that! Here's what's coming up:
When I am not me, I am dried up and tired and old. When I am me, I choose color and texture and light. I sing loudly around the house. I dance. When I am myself, I am late-- not out of disrespect for you or your time, but because I am sure that there is time to do it all. Thank you for waiting. When I am myself, I devour books and eat too much sugar and laugh. I tell stories at bedtime and I stop criticizing. I am full of love, and hope, and sadness, and joy. I look at stars and snuggle babies. I want to chat and check in and suggest things and offer things.
When I am myself, I feel alive, useful, smart, funny. I'm also quiet, puttering around or drifting, it seems, but actually purposeful, working it out behind the scenes.
What are you like, when you are you? What makes your heart light up? What makes the dove in your chest come to life, and the bear in your belly snuggle in for more dreams?
Blogging is, in and of itself, a weird thing for me. I feel really silly, putting my personal comments on the world out there. I can't control who gets to read them -- find my blog, and you find me. That's just how it is. That means, too, that my family and friends might learn hear things I've been quiet about in person, things I've been facing alone, trying to bear up in the face of what feels really heavy and hard.
Not being asked back to teach at the school feels heavy and hard. It feels like a big old lump of iron, half-melted down, twisted. It feels like I've lost my way, like I should have known to turn back at the beginning. There are so many things I want to be doing, and somehow, it's not happening. It's not the right place for me, which makes the moments that things work feel even weirder.
But it also feels like I'm being given another chance to make it happen. What ever "it" is. The "it" that has been calling to me for years, just out of hearing. The one I hear on the edge of my sleep. I don't call it a dream...
There's that word. Dream. This is "stories from the dream." Storyteller's Dream. And yet. What is the dream? I am quick to say, "but I don't have any dreams. there is nothing I dream of doing." and that feels really true. I don't want to be something when I grow up. I don't have a dream house, a dream car, a dream lifestyle. A dream job.
For one thing, where do you stop? A dream child? A dream spouse? A dream hat? A dream bathroom cleaner?
People like to ask, "What did you like doing as a child?"
I liked wandering around outside, telling myself stories and pretending to be book characters. I liked playing with my dolls. I liked going to school and brownies and choir and tap dancing lessons. I liked reading. I liked writing stories and poems, and dressing up in costumes. I liked going to church, and visiting my grandparents. I liked watching tv. I liked going to movies and museums and zoos with my family. I liked shopping for perfect, lovely little things, just to have bought something in a fancy store -- a fancy piece of chocolate, or a sticker, or a pencil, or a book... None of those sound like jobs to me. They sound like being a child. I like doing a lot of those things, still. But they aren't jobs. They aren't a career.
Here is something I'm still trying to understand, and I wonder if it is even possible to do. From "Two Tramps in Mud Time," by Robert Frost:
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
as my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
and work is play for mortal stakes,
is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
What does that even mean?
This is long and rambling, and I feel shy about putting it out there. This isn't a blog that's helping anyone with anything. I'm not even sure why it's here, or why I write, but maybe someone will feel less alone, someday, in seeing that I was here, and felt this, and wrote it.
Long story short, I am postponing the ecourse I was going to run. I know nothing about launching ecourses or products or services. I would love to do story/reading work with someone, soon. Soon, I'll have loads of time... And hopefully, I can find my way into offering blossom later in the year.
There will be a lot to let go of in the coming days, and weeks. As there always is, because that is part of living, and it sure beats the alternative.
coming next month, a short story/reading course that leads you into a fuller experience of your own tale.
read more about it here...
Sara is a storyteller, writer, artist, teacher, wife, mother, and singer living in Minnesota. I write about storytelling, and about living a life with stories.