On September 30th I rode with two friends to Jonesborough, TN to attend my first National Storytelling Festival. I had wanted to go for many years but there had been conflicts of time available.
I enjoyed visiting the oldest town in Tennessee. We were fortunate to stay at the Febuary(yes, without the "r") Hill Bed and Breakfast. It was centrally located and easy to access all the events.
Each day events occurred in five large tents that probably seated 500 people each. Even though a 30 minute break was scheduled after each telling session, unless a person moved quickly, you could be sitting on the ground at the next session in another tent.
I recognized quickly that the tellers told mainly stories from their life experiences. Some stories were sad and others funny. The storyteller does have the privilege to embellish. Tragedies were mixed by point of view. The fact of the matter is rain will fall on all of us, deserved and undeserved, it all depends on learning to dance in the rain.
Story has the power to change our lives. Placing a mental picture in the mind and touching the heart strings with emotion far outweigh the words in and of themselves.
I see there is a story behind every face.
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