How do you pack for a place that has 75% humidity in 95˚weather? I’m not really sure, but I can tell you it involves 100% cotton! And I’m packing a fan to wave in my face.
I am excited about this trip*–The Tejas Storytelling Association’s Summer Conference! On Friday I get to attend conference events with some of my favorite tellers, like Bill Harley (storytelling’s rock star) and Elizabeth Ellis (queen crone library storyteller and gutsy gal!).
Then on Saturday, July 9th, I’ll be attending the National Storytelling Network’s awards ceremony. On that evening, I am honored and humbled to be receiving the Pacific States Region’s Oracle Award. Wow!
I joined The National Storytelling Network (NSN) in 1978 when it had a different name: NAPPS–The National Association for the Preservation and Perpetuation of Storytelling. NAPPS changed to NSA (National Storytelling Association), which then changed to NSN.
Reminds me of both me and my brother, changing our names and nicknames all the time! It didn’t matter; we were still ourselves. And so it is that NAPPS, NSA and now NSN are all one and the same: A wonderful national support system for folks who love storytelling, who use storytelling in their work and who seek guidance from storytelling leaders. NSN works to promote an understanding of the power of storytelling and its influence, to encourage new tellers and to help support storytelling activities in regions all over the country.
If you’re interested in this absolutely accessible artform, please consider becoming a part of NSN and our new local group, the Mother Lode Storytelling Guild.
On this note, please let me take a moment to remember and acknowledge the incredible life force of Kathryn Tucker Windham, one of America’s best loved storytellers, who died just a few days ago at age 93. I had the joy of hearing her tell once in California at the Mariposa Storytelling Festival and once in Jonesborough at the National Storytelling Festival. Full of grace with a dash of Tobasco, Kathryn Tucker Windham gently pulled audiences to her fold. With a smile that stretch across the big tellers’ tent, she held us all in her spell. Oh, if only we could hear just one more tale!
*–And I was born in San Antonio ages ago! I’m hoping to line up a Cousins’ Dinner while I’m there. Hey, you, DeWinnes and Smiths, gimme a call! AND I recently learned that San Antonio is really a HOT ART CITY!!! I guess I’ll find out about that and tell you more.