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STORY: THE WOMAN OF THE SEA. RAW.
Storytelling on Zoom. I hear the echo of my voice as I tell The Woman of The Sea to a crowd of strangers. Faces across my screen from here, there and everywhere. |
STORY: THE HORNED WOMEN. RAW.
I tell as a man stands in his bathroom trimming his beard, and a woman presses her face close to the camera before disappearing. Faces across my screen coming and going. |
STORY: GULL GIRL.
April 16th, storytelling on Zoom. I tell Gull Girl, a Siberian Myth that made me cry when I read it for the first time, I found it after I dreamed I was flying. In my dream, a young Japanese man noticed how I never walked down the stairs or the escalators. 'How do you do that?' he asked. And I laughed and replied, 'I fly. I come close to the ground, lift up my feet, flap my arms like wings and take off. Shifting position, I climb higher and higher and soaring not as I did in the past, but differently, really flying, without effort, just flying and flying'. When I landed I told a story about how once we could all fly, and then we became birds, first a tiny blue bird, and then something bigger and then bigger, until I became a parrot, a macaw, with a blue head and yellow wings, a beautiful orange belly. Back then the birds could speak and communicate the way we are communicating now…. And that is as far as I got before being woken.
April 16th, storytelling on Zoom. I tell Gull Girl, a Siberian Myth that made me cry when I read it for the first time, I found it after I dreamed I was flying. In my dream, a young Japanese man noticed how I never walked down the stairs or the escalators. 'How do you do that?' he asked. And I laughed and replied, 'I fly. I come close to the ground, lift up my feet, flap my arms like wings and take off. Shifting position, I climb higher and higher and soaring not as I did in the past, but differently, really flying, without effort, just flying and flying'. When I landed I told a story about how once we could all fly, and then we became birds, first a tiny blue bird, and then something bigger and then bigger, until I became a parrot, a macaw, with a blue head and yellow wings, a beautiful orange belly. Back then the birds could speak and communicate the way we are communicating now…. And that is as far as I got before being woken.