A few years back, after attending a local storytelling festival, I wondered in this post what would happen if I released a story into public domain. I resolved to work up the nerve to let go what some might imagine to be my intellectual property, to “breathe it out” into the common atmosphere, where anybody might breathe it in and make use of it.
Then two years ago, members of that same storytelling festival committee recruited me to participate. I was assigned to write an introduction for the festival, a preamble that would signal to visitors that the storytelling was about to begin. Another purpose for the introduction: To support the opening ceremony during which each of the evening’s participants carried a lit candle into the auditorium as they entered single file. The candles symbolized the intentional passing of stories–heirloom narrative valuables–from generation to generation. Continue reading “Setting the story free: Words as worldstuff”
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