Category: StoryTelling

The Sun, Moon, Venus, Regulus & Transpluto are all moving thru my third house and the emphasis is on all-things-Virgo. Yes, I know it’s going to be Libra-time for the Sun in a couple of hours, but there are other things happening in the sector called Virgo that when approached with the right attitude can actually be quite pleasant and I want to savor it. Virgo is all about the everyday self-care rituals that keep us healthy. But, not just the body. We all need to apply self-care to our spirit & our souls as well, and that’s what telling a story yesterday did for me.

 

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Even as I took the ‘stage’, I still couldn’t figure out exactly why I’m telling this story…..now. Here? My story-support group (and you know who you are) said I told it the best ever….. I suppose I could tighten it up even more if I wanted to. But why? And what’s the purpose? Regardless I feel complete……it was a daunting task, and the pay was poor, but the benefits were huge and that really was a nice conversation I had with that inter-racial couple afterwards and it would have never happened otherwise………….

Stories can be many things. Entertainment. Documentary. Educational. And, stories can also be therapeutic & healing and a way to practice self care for our soul. Much of my professional life I am helping people to get ‘out of the story’ and to just feel the sensations & feelings that are present in the moment. Stories can and do take us into our heads a lot of the time, and astrology teaches that there is a time & place for everything, even getting into our heads and churning out some good stories.

So, I think that whilst the Virgo Moon is still agitating my third house, I’ll finish the editing on my story for a print version and maybe publish it…….? here?

New Moon Wednesday…..that means that we are all in the balsamic phase of the lunar cycle. Time to rest.

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Sam_JeanThis Sunday is The NJ Storyteller’s Festival and I’ll be on a stage at 4pm. Me and stages have had a comfortable relationship thruout my life. I’ve been on them many times, for many reasons, with groups and solo a lot, too. But, this time, it feels really new and different and scary/exciting…….

I’m telling a personal story that my parents might seriously disapprove of. But, I am soon to be 65 and they are both, long gone as is everyone that I know of in their generation. I am the elder now……daunting.   And, this story did indeed impact my life in ways that are so much clearer today.

This is a photo of my mother and Uncle Sam, her brother, who was a favorite uncle until he disappeared from my life.

Being a Scorpio, life can be a mystery to me much of the time.  Being born in a family that had ‘secrets’ fueled my curiosity in ways that continue even today.

If you’re in or around the Grounds for Sculpture in NJ (a fabulous backdrop to the day!) come and hear some stories…….  maybe you’ll get inspired to tell your own?

 

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…..and I for one will be glad to see the population shrink back down to us locals.

The upcoming Storytelling Festival, of which I am a part, is featuring stories about New Jersey.  We have been a state for 350 years.  States have horoscopes also, in case you did not know that.   My personal NJ story is as old as I am, being a lifelong resident of this small, crowded, but beautiful state.   I have many stories to tell, and choosing the right one(s) for this event is a daunting task.

more later.

 

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The_BardI went to another storytelling event this Sunday and brought my harp.  Just in case.  This is all quite new to me, especially the part around playing the harp in public.  It’s a funny thing, because I’m really not as shy as I am as when I have my harp with me for storytelling.  Does that make any sense?

Anyway, I’m getting over it all and really having fun sharing tunes & stories with whomever will politely listen.  I don’t need applause.  My ego disappeared a saturn cycle ago.

This time I wove together a personal story (which is actually written up here) along with the ancient Celtic myth of  Daghda and his magical harp.  Ancient people understood the power of music and story and I’m thrilled to explore this journey of the bard with a group of  talented storyteller’s.

My application to tell a story at the NJ Storyteller’s Festival on Sept. 21 was accepted!  The details for the event are here if you’re in or near NJ.

I haven’t put my story together yet for that event even though I had to describe it on the application. I wrote:

A HOME-GROWN YOGINI
Challenging times are when wants, needs, wishes and responsibilities collide. This is a personal tale of struggle, renewal & transformation as experienced using Yoga, Astrology, Feng Shui and the Harp. 

Hmmm.  It shouldn’t be hard to put that story together at all!  But, telling my personal  ‘story’, in ‘public’, as ‘entertainment’?  Oh well.  It’s all good.    Om shanti.    May all beings be peaceful.

Love this painting!  “The Bard” by John Martin – http://www.wga.hu/cgi-bin/highlight.cgi?file=html/m/martin/bard.html&find=bard. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Bard.jpg#mediaviewer/File:The_Bard.jpg

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This Sunday I am hoping to participate once again at the monthly Circle Of Stories.  It’s open to anyone and if you want the time/place details let me know.

StoryTelling is a new art/hobby/practice for me and I’ve enjoyed watching the process that I put myself through to get from inspiration to presentation.  It’s usually exhausting and exhilarating both at the same time. I wonder why am I doing this.  It’s stressful, yet fulfilling too.  What keeps me coming back is the creative challenge to be authentic, entertaining, and deliver a message in three short minutes.

I’ve learned that it really is best to prepare.  Write things down.  Stand in front of a mirror. Practice enunciation.  All that kind of stuff.

My plan today for this Sunday is to continue the story that began with the ill-fated cruise in the Caribbean.  The ship broke down under a full moon sky and we remained motionless in the hot, humid Atlantic air for more than 12 hours.  What happened after that was amazing!

But, you’ll have to come on Sunday to find out!

I appreciate the oral tradition of storytelling. So much more gets communicated than just words alone, especially if such words are simply fonts on a screen.  Old fashioned cursive writing on your  paper of choice adds minimal, non-verbal detail to our words.  But,  the wisdom and knowledge that gets communicated through the sound of the voice reigns supreme for not just understanding and wisdom, but also for entertainment and healing.

Thinking about bringing my harp but undecided yet.

 

 

 

 

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Tugging_at_your_harp_stringsWow!  Sunday was my first-ever storytelling performance with a harp, and the audience was delighted.  I recognized some serious applause and I was told later that everyone was talking about me, although, I don’t think it was really me they were talking about….it was really about the harp.  Once again  I forgot how utterly mesmerizing this instrument is to most people….and me too, of course.  For all the worry, anxiety, and practice….the music just flowed exactly the way it was supposed to.

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Chiron teaching harp to Achilles

In the first person, I told the story of Chiron’s Birth and why he came to be living in a cave with his harp.

This centaur, known as The Wounded Healer, is a mythological story that has captured my attention for the past 20 years or so and I’m frequently referring to his symbolism in my lectures/workshops and yoga therapy classes.  He’s got a powerful story for our times, for sure.  So many of us  feel wounded, shamed, abandoned and just plain old sad.    I’ve blogged a bit about Chiron, the asteroid, and this post gives a pretty good overview of the astrological Chiron.   Today Chiron is traveling thru Pisces which supports healing thru music.

 This was the first time, in a long time, that rather than teach or facilitate,  I practiced Performance & (intentional) Drama.    I was totally unprepared for the sheer joy that I experienced after it was over and thruout the following day.  It was wonderful to find a new, creative outlet that brings together so much of what I love to do, and still challenges me in new ways.  But four minutes is nothing when your hands are on the strings, you know?

Already, I am planning Chapter 2, and expanding my story to maybe 10-15 minutes?  Who knows?  For now, Storytelling is a new hobby/activity for me and I am so excited to see where it takes me.

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I wish I had a picture to show you the duck that I saw yesterday!

Here’s the short story.

I’m driving down a straight road and looking at the oncoming traffic. Suddenly, in between two cars heading towards me I see a duck flapping and flying in exactly the same place as a car would be. It was not high in the sky. It was  in formation with the cars, and really flapping those wings hard to keep up with the traffic. Oddly enough,  it looked like the most natural thing in the world for a duck to be in line with these cars.

Anyway, it was so startling that I nearly had to pull over from laughing so hard.

The world can be a magical place sometimes.

Look around.

Stop.

Look.

Listen.

Be kind to others.

Om shanti, peace.

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Trinity Library postcardI visited Trinity College Library in Dublin, Ireland a few years back and had what I consider an amazing experience there.

I was standing on steps, waiting with many other people to be allowed admittance into this magnificent space.

I arrived at this moment feeling pretty calm & healthy despite the joyful vibrations of extreme anticipation. Libraries are special places for me and I was about to enter the oldest library I had ever visited.

Suddenly, my heart starting beating twice as fast. My palms became sweaty. My face flushed into a raging shade of red. It was hard to breathe.

I became frightened and witnessed the negativity of those first thoughts. Am I ill? What is wrong with me?

I frantically began to retrace (in my mind) what I had to eat, the level of physical exertion I had been expending, etc., etc., coming to the conclusion that I was still healthy. This was ‘something else’.

I watched my mind decide to view the physical symptoms as evidence of karma at work.  No one was around who would challenge my viewpoint, for a change, so I  began to just take some long deep breaths to calm down this body . mysteryharp

Finally, I was allowed into The Room which immediately took even more breath away………..but, at the same time I became infused with a fiery impulse to investigate What Was In There For Me. I gave my feet complete permission to lead me around and within one minute of this absent-minded ‘absorption trip’ I came across this harp in a secured glass case perched on a large pedestal. As I stood there and gazed at this harp my body started calming down to a more relaxed state. My breath returned. It felt as if I had just returned …………………………………. home.

The body is a powerful antenna that picks up signals from a multitude of sources both internal & external. How we interpret these signals has everything to do with how our emotional minds process incoming information. Also, many of us have put ourselves in a position where we have relied on others (family, friends, our culture,) to define us to ourselves thereby weakening our inherent ability to discern reality clearly. Labels become words, and words can be limiting and hurtful. “You’re sick”. “You’re crazy”. “You’re paranoid”.

The information on the harp in the glass case describes it as “the oldest surviving Irish harp”, erroneously associated with Brian Boru, a high King of Ireland who died in 1014.

Before leaving for Ireland I had been practicing Brian Boru’s March. It was the very first tune I learned on my new harp.

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Thru the Looking Glass

I’m thinking that it was probably sometime around 1953-54 when I fell off the chair and hit my head in Nursery School. When I ‘woke’ up, the world felt different. People were standing around me making a bit of a fuss. I felt fine…….it’s just that everything *felt* different.

They sent me home to my mother immediately. (Or maybe she came and picked me up? Details are fuzzy………..it was a long time ago.)

She made a minor fuss and told me to go lie down. I’m making that last line up because I really don’t remember. However, it feels like an accurate guess.

I banged my head again recently. It was quite a Shock! OW! I remained fully conscious and watched the memory of that original (?) head injury resurface. Oh dear! What to do? This Hurts!

Last night I decided to look at ‘the astrology’ of this event and see what I could learn. Oh my………it certainly was, and is, a significant event. It’s clearly present in the aspects being made by all of the planets at the same time! There are details in all the 1954, 1953. 2007 charts that are way too specific to be random events.

What do you suppose is the meaning of this?

The Quest Continues…………………………………………………I’m heading for the hills for a while………………

I bow to the wisdom of the cosmos.

I’ll be back……………..gotta see what’s happening with the Sunflowers !

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