Stories, Myths, and Meanderings
Every man's life is a fairy story written by God Himself.
                                                           Hans Christian Anderson

Give me back the soul I had as a child,
matured by fairy tales,
with its hat of feathers
and its wooden sword.
                                                        Federico Farcia Lorca

Storytelling is an excellant way of caring for the soul.
It helps us see the themes that circle in our lives,
the deep themes that tell the truths we live.
                                           Thomas Moore

Stories are medicine.
                                                      Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I love songs.  Have you ever wondered how songs come into being?
Here is an idea from the Netsilik Eskimo.

Songs are Thoughts

Songs are thoughts, sung out with the breath
when people are moved by great forces
and ordinary speech no longer suffices.

Man is moved just like the ice floe
sailing here and there in the current.
His thoughts are driven by a flowing force when he feels
when he feels sorrow.

Thoughts can wash over him like a flood,
making his breath come in gasps and his heart throb.
Something like an abatement in the weather will keep him thawed up.

And then it will happen....
that we...
who always think we are small,
will feel still smaller.
And we will fear to use words.

But it will happen that the words we need will come of themselves.
When the words we want to use shoot up of themselves----
we get a new song.

Usually when we are at our wits end,
grace moves on our behalf.
Words find us.
Words awaken us, they come as guests to our home.
They shoot up of themselves.

We are carried along....
and sing a new song.
A story is like water
that you heat for your bath.

It takes messages between the
and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!

Very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself
like a salamander or Abraham.
We need intermediaries.

A feeling of fullness comes,
but usually it takes some bread
to bring it.

Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.

Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do...hide and
show what's hidden.

Study them,
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes
and then not.
Go--not knowing where;
Bring--not knowing what;
the path is long, the way unknown;
the hero knows not how to arrive there by
              Russian Fairy Tale
Links from this page
Stories and Initiations

A Story about Water:
Introduction to the Water of Life
Section One:  The Outer World
Section Two:  The Inner World