I want to be a liar when I grow up
The storytelling conference I went to over the weekend was great. It's put on by the people who run the Timpanogos Storytelling Festival every year. I laughed, I cried, all of that.
One workshop turned out to be a mistake. It was about the personal transformation power of storytelling. The teacher says that the books & characters that we love tell us important things about ourselves. Which, yeah, I can get behind, even though I don't think that the only reason we might love a book is because we identify with the story or with the character. Because maybe it's a book that your parents read to you when you were a kid. Or maybe it's the first book that you ever stole from someone who trusted you. Things like that.
After that good start, what followed was 90 minutes where we had to determine and discuss which kind of energy we have in our houses. Like, do I have Goddess energy or do I have Damsel energy? Perhaps some Mentor or Avenger energy in there? I kind of wanted to stab myself in the ear by the end of it. The teacher said that once you know what kind of energy people have then you can have better relationships with them. She went into her son's class and told his teacher that he has Trickster energy and so that's why he misbehaves all the time and it's actually quite darling of him. I bet the teacher loved that.
The rest of the conference was fabulous, except for this one part where I fell completely asleep during the big storytelling concert at the end. Only that's just what happens when people stand up with their guitars and sing some really long song about America. I do feel a little bit bad, though, on account of this was the world premiere of their new song. And they could probably see me sleeping. Only they should have tried harder not to be boring, and to awaken my Goddess energy.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
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I would be nervous of people who are trying to lull goddesses to sleep. They sound like trouble to me.
I'da killed that mom coming in to tell me how cute her trickster son is...
She sounds like a nut. Is she going to be explaining her son's "energy" to his parole officer or some judge someday? "No, really, he's just got some of that dark energy. It's quite rare, your honor. So misunderstood, really."
Another perk of working for the Orem library was free festival tickets. I am now in love with storytelling. I am also in love with the Orem Library, except for the fact that it is located in Utah and that the director doesn't like my husband.
Sounds like a wackjob. If he were in my class I'd tell the mom he's going to have failing energy because that's where he's headed.
I think far more important than the kind of energy inside the house is what the house looks like on the outside.
At least the group wasn't singing the best of Orrin Hatch's songs for Americans.
Sounds like storytelling can be like a Jedi mind trick - just wave your hand and tell them whatever you want them to believe.
Is that some kind of astrology thing? :) I want to know what it says about you that you're in love with vampire books, those ones filled with the repressed sexual biting tension.
It means that I have a neck fetish, Panini.
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