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STORY: GULL GIRL.
April 16th, storytelling on Zoom. I tell Gull Girl, a Siberian Myth that I found after I dreamed I was flying. In my dream, a young Japanese man noticed 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. Then I shift position, climb higher and higher and soar.' And as I explained, I began to fly, not as I did in the past, but differently, really flying, without effort, just flying and flying. When I finally landed I told him 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 I found after I dreamed I was flying. In my dream, a young Japanese man noticed 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. Then I shift position, climb higher and higher and soar.' And as I explained, I began to fly, not as I did in the past, but differently, really flying, without effort, just flying and flying. When I finally landed I told him 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.