What Does The Future Hold?
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly time passes by when you are no longer seven years old, and I suppose our story telling group was no different in that respect.
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly time passes by when you are no longer seven years old, and I suppose our story telling group was no different in that respect.
That's one hell of a heading I know, and it was one hell of a night too! A night that went from strawberry fields, stuffed squirrels, glue footed bats and irrational fears of badgers (I own that one and the glue footed bats!).
It is very rare that I find myself to be speechless, and I have lived a rather colourful life so that's saying a lot, but the wee storytelling group I started some weeks ago has become something I hadn't quite expected …
I'm not one for getting down, or letting something get the better of me, but my steel reserve is being challenged with this Storytelling Group!
Horned witches, hermits and hairy armpits were just some of the stories shared during our first Storytelling night making it a multi-layered, and humorous kind of an evening but how did it start off and did I manage to ditch the fairies?
As luck would have it, luck was not on our side for our first Storytelling meeting!
I I am beyond thrilled to announce that I will be facilitating a 6 week Storytelling Group in Dungarvan, Co. Waterford.