We are all Storytellers in the End

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I awoke two hours earlier on the day of the storytelling event. After breakfast my thoughts turned to what I would wear. I pondered on what Storytellers might be dressed in. Would they be flamboyant, not that I had much that could be called flamboyant or did they dress as hippies. Unless of course you were a pirate and could dress up in pirate gear. Finally I dressed in something in between, colourful and comfortable. I met my friend at the Train Station and off we went to our destination. We strolled down Olive Tree Lane and turned into a Courtyard where there was a lovely house hidden away from the rest of the street. There was a Storyteller from the Eastern States and she had been invited to tell us about some of her work. For two hours we sat in this idyllic place as she regaled us with stories. She works for a History Museum and as well as presenting historical facts she weaves them into a story. Quite dramatically it would seem. She finished with an engrossing story about a ship and a piece of Australian history from two centuries ago. Most of us had heard of this ship but certainly not aware of the full story about, Murderers, Marauders and thieves. When the storyteller had finished inspiring us we were all given roles to act the story out. I was in my element. It was a perfect day and I’m looking forward to more like this and maybe even finding an environment to tell stories in. At the end of the afternoon I realized we are all storytellers in the end.