My Story with Story
Each tile below is a fragment of my journey.
Together these fragments create a story, my story with story.
Year 2000
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The first story I told was about a spider who saved a man's life
​I was 12, it was my bat mitzvah ceremony.
I shared the story of how King David once questioned God on the purpose of spiders. Later, while hiding from King Saul in a cave, David watched as a spider wove a web over the entrance, diverting Saul’s attention and saving David's life.
Year 2024
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Fast forward 24 years, Weaving Story
is born
As I began contemplating story the image of the spider weaving its web struck me as a perfect metaphor. A storyteller weaves a web of understanding, meaning, connection. Stories weave through our lives. Each story threads us into a larger narrative, connecting us with one another and with the world. Weaving Story became a way to make sense of the work I wanted to do as a Storyteller.
Year 2025
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The Web comes full circle as I discover my beginnings with story
My journey thus far brought me here but also takes me back. For me storytelling is a looking back, a reconnection to my lineage, my ancestry. In so doing I discovered the school project I did tracing my roots back through the generations. I was looking for the stories of my ancestors, but what I found was the speech where I told my first story. I had forgotten. But my 12 year old self was already a storyteller.
Year 2013
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In my mind's eye
an image of an old woman
appears
In my travelling days my soul reached out questioning, seeking, looking. An old woman appeared as a vision, with the words Shamanic Midwife. A google search revealed the School of Shamanic Midwifery (now School of Shamanic Womancraft) in Australia. I found my way home where Jane Hardwicke Collings taught me Herstory and I realised that the History I knew was dramatically incomplete.
Years 2014-2019
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I courted the goddess
I dove deep into women's mysteries. I descended to the underworld tracing the journey of Innana. I learnt about pre-patriarchal culture, I connected to the power of my body, my blood, my heart and womb. I longed for the wisdom of women and mourned the birth of patriarchy. And then I looked at my own stories, the stories of my culture, the biblical stories. Abraham, the first monotheist, the father of Judaism, Christianity, Islam. But what about the women, which of their beliefs were passed down? What did we lose when we began to idealise the written word?
year 2019 - 2024​
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Questions about my lineage haunted me
I didn't know where to find satisfying answers to my questions. So I continued to look elsewhere I dove into the Stalking Wolf Shamanic Lineage from North America, I trained my awareness skills, I spent days on end fasting alone in nature, I explored myself as a being of the earth and came to understand the immense power of our consciousness.
Year 2023
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Something wasn't right, my creativity was stifled.
​I had done so much spiritual work, so much work on myself and yet I wasn't satisfied. I was existing in a world where I could see the many layers of existence, I could attune to them. But there was no creative juice, no flow from what I was experiencing to how I was expressing and living. I felt stifled.
Year 2024
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Story summoned me
A friend told me about Storytelling Beyond Words, a 3 month residential storytelling course in the UK. I didn't know why I was drawn to it, I didn't really expect to enjoy it, but I had to do something, I had to find a way to allow what was inside me to come out. I needed help to learn how to express myself, to liberate my voice, my visions, to take the images, thoughts and feelings out from within me and share them in the world.
Year 2025​
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Story settled me home into my being, my ancestry, my belonging.
My teachers at Storytelling School encouraged me to listen deeply. The stories of the Ancestresses of my line were swirling around my soul. The untold, unwritten, unknown stories that live between the lines of the written words and float through the collective unconscious. The stories came through, revealing themselves and in telling them I landed in my body. I found my voice. I fell in love. Story. The quiet whispers of power and potency became my guide, my language, my way.
Year 2025
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I continue to listen more than i speak. i kneel at the foot of story and offer my service.
When I'm telling stories I feel alive, vibrant, buzzing. Something happens as I step back and story steps forward, choosing my body, my voice as the vehicle. When story is in the centre of the room I feel safe and united. We all find pieces of ourselves in story.I continue to allow story to speak to me and through me. I support others to become vehicles for story as well.
Moving Forward​
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Story reminds us that peace is a state of being.
may story lead us back home to unity.
I turn to the wisdom of story when the anguish and pain of the world is too much. Story makes life beautiful and reminds us that solutions are simpler than our minds allow us to believe.
Peace is an inside job.
Story, I'm listening.
