just tell me a story, please

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I’ve loved The Moth Radio Hour forever.

Stories. Stories told by all sorts of people. TMRH is like a high-tech version of what is perhaps the most ancient tradition of all, yet which retains its magic today. The Art of Storytelling, for make no mistake, it is an art. A true storyteller can spin a tale about anything or nothing and still keep the audience mesmerized.

It is true that we tell stories all the time, we hear stories all the time. Movies tell stories and books and tv shows and newspaper articles and books and neighbors and friends.

Perhaps it is because it is a stranger, or because we do not know what to expect, but these stories are different, unique in their wild variations. They enlighten and thrill and sadden and captivate and, above all, bond you to the storyteller. Indeed even virtually you share an intimacy with the storyteller that you don’t feel when you watch someone on television or read a book. There is something about that voice in your own quiet dark space within which you give the storyteller your full self.

Some of the stories haunt me forever, others make me laugh, and others make me cry. (Maybe for that reason it’s not always a good idea to listen to their podcast as you’re walking down the street. I heard probably one of the most achingly sad tales one day on my way somewhere, and it took all my strength not to just sit down on the curb and bawl like a baby.)

There are stories that make you ponder something you’d never before even knew existed, still others that make you want to dance or sing or twirl with delight, blush with embarassment at the raunch or laugh with a trill that would startle.

Let this be the summer of stories told!

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A tiny mention here, now that I’m talking of stories, of the power of hearing a story read to us.

Alice Ozma recently wrote a book about how her father read to her…and read and read and read: from when she was 9 until she was 18. How lovely!

We never grow too old to be read to, although unfortunately we lose the patience involved in sitting down and just listening….uninterrupted by buzzing iphones and quick texts which cannot wait. But like the Moth stories, if the story is good enough, and the storyteller able to make the story (whatever it may be) magical, we will listen, and we should.

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2 thoughts on “just tell me a story, please

  1. Mmmm! I’m a fellow Moth lover, Tracey, and am absolutely with you on that intimate thread between storyteller and listener, even through the distance of podcasts. I’m often so impressed by what the storytellers are able to weave together so seamlessly…

    Thanks for the heads-up on The Reading Promise, sounds like a good one. I’m happy to have found you via She Writes. Now, to a summer of stories, indeed!

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