Sometimes
something happens that shakes the foundation of your life. When that happens being open to a seismic
shift works.
The
newest journey on my River of Life began last July when I picked up a flyer
about a Storytelling Workshop in Oaxaca,
Mexico, led by storyteller Jim May. Excitedly I contacted Jim and we kept in
touch through the fall and winter. When
it was time to make actual travel plans, I found flights with a six hour wait
time in Mexico City or Houston, TX, which threatened to stretch my air travel
tolerance to the limit. Ahhh, a former
roommate lived in Houston. Although we
had not seen each other for 43 years, a quick email netted me a reprieve from
airport boredom. Elise and Joel picked
us up at the airport. We enjoyed a
delicious lunch accompanied by wonderful conversation. Hugs, farewells and promises to keep in touch
followed.
Now
on with the journey. Landing in Oaxaca,
Mexico, I met Leslie who is a childhood friend of Cathryn Fairlee. Anticipation at spending a week with one of
my heroes seeped into my being. As
promised, this was going to be an epic Hero’s Journey. Jim and Cathryn warmly greeted us at the door
of Casa Colonial, our home for the
week.
Next morning the group assembled and under Jim’s
guidance, we began building Our Supportive Community. A varied group we were - teachers, best friends, storytellers,
artists, all in search of a better, more productive self. With ground rules set in place, each morning
we told our stories, wrote in our journals, laughed, cried and made lasting
friendships. We opened up our lives to
ourselves and Our Community. We ended
our week with a half hour coaching session involving all the members of our
community. I told the story I planned to
tell in Denver the beginning of May.
Nan
Seidler directed our artistic ventures in creating a representation of the
week. Using natural objects, seed pods,
dried leaves, fallen flowers, mine was a representation of my life journey
entitled, River of Life, with purple (my color) representing the highlights and
its opposite color, orange, representing the parts where I faltered. And those magenta colored flowers represent
me as I travel forward. The ladder is a
Spirit Ladder which Nan makes. She
gifted a Spirit Ladder, which she says, “…are reminders that life is a
spiritual journey as well as a physical one…,” to each of us. Mine sits on my dresser to remind me each
morning to look where I am going spiritually.
Growth
comes with a cost, but it is also necessary for survival. My cost came in the form of revelations of
experiences I usually don’t share.
Within the Community we had formed, revealing the truth of who I am was
a nurturing rather than painful experience.
My gains far outweighed the cost which now seems minimal. I gained a true confidence in myself as
Storyteller, affirmation from people I admired.
This confidence translated into a
beautiful World Tales Conference produced
by Rocky Mountain Storytelling and recently held in Denver, CO.
My part in producing the World
Tales Conference was in gathering storytellers and workshop presenters. We were able to broker a deal with Antonio Sacre who told a story
about his family’s cultural past and presented his workshop “Finding and
Telling Our Own Cultural Stories” in which he refers to Jim’s workshop. We started the morning with Sacred Stories taking us around the world with tales from almost every continent. Nervous energy propelled me
forward onto the stage as emcee and last teller, telling a story gift given to
me in Peru by Edit Nuan͂es. I was thrilled
at how well everything fell into place, except for my dead car battery.
The
Storytelling Community is one of the most nurturing, loving, friendly
communities I have ever had the pleasure of joining. Thank you to all the storytellers who have
touched my life with theirs and made us better.
