In recent blogging news, a writer friend has recently launched a new blog called Things I Heard. Described as "Things Overheard as I Travel through my Life and the City", the blog features short stories, flash nonfiction if you will, recounting the author's interesting and funny life experiences.
Another great addition to the blogging community!
Showing posts with label Storytelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storytelling. Show all posts
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Festivals, Festivals and More Festivals
You can hardly turn around in Southern California these days without stumbling across a Festival. It seems that we're all eager to begin enjoying the spring weather. Last weekend had the Coachella Music Festival and the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, both which were estimated to attract between 140,000 and 160,000 attendees. It's exciting to hear that many people interested in books and reading.
A much lesser known festival, in a town that I'm rather fond of is beginning tomorrow and carrying on through the weekend. It's the Ojai Storytelling Festival. Ojai is a pretty little town, just an hour north of Los Angeles in Ventura County. It sits in a bowl of low mountains that turn pink at sunset. The majority of its cute shops line one short block, but great hikes are everywhere. If you get up in the mountains you can take in gorgeous views of the Ojai valley, with its orange groves and white wood-fenced farms. It's very hot in the summertime, but this time of year should be perfect.
The Ojai Storytelling Festival is a great event for families, but there is an adults only event on Saturday night. Let me know if you end up attending!
A much lesser known festival, in a town that I'm rather fond of is beginning tomorrow and carrying on through the weekend. It's the Ojai Storytelling Festival. Ojai is a pretty little town, just an hour north of Los Angeles in Ventura County. It sits in a bowl of low mountains that turn pink at sunset. The majority of its cute shops line one short block, but great hikes are everywhere. If you get up in the mountains you can take in gorgeous views of the Ojai valley, with its orange groves and white wood-fenced farms. It's very hot in the summertime, but this time of year should be perfect.
The Ojai Storytelling Festival is a great event for families, but there is an adults only event on Saturday night. Let me know if you end up attending!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Passing on Passover
Tell your children of it and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
As it turns out, I'm Jewish. This past Saturday night marked the beginning of my favorite holiday in the Jewish calendar: Passover. One of the primary reasons that I love Passover is that it is a holiday centered around storytelling.
On the first night of Passover each year, Jews gather to have a ceremonial feast called a seder, during which a story is retold, taken largely from the section of the bible called Exodus. It is a story of liberation, beginning with the Jews living as slaves in the land of Egypt and ends with their dangerous late night escape to freedom.
Particular importance is placed on telling the story as if it were experienced first hand ourselves, reliving the pain and bitterness of slavery, and the joy of redemption. We tell the story as if it happened to us. This is about when I was a slave in Egypt. Personalizing the story makes us appreciative of the freedom we enjoy, and grateful to our ancestors who came before us.
As Jews have survived persecution through the years, storytelling has only increased in importance. Memories of the Nazi holocaust are carefully recorded and repeated with the hope that passing it on to each generation will keep us from allowing history to repeat itself.
While storytelling in this way is not unique to Judaism, it is worthy of our attention, especially as writers. Oral traditions - stories passed on from generation to generation - are really how writing began.
What's beautiful about traditional storytelling, like the story of Passover, is that it reminds us of and connects us to who we once were. Whether that's in the context of a religion, a country, or even a family. Telling stories of our past reminds us that we are all a part of an ongoing story.
The quote I began the post with is written on the opening page of my grandfather's memoir, his self-published life story about his childhood in a Polish shtetl, fleeing the Nazi holocaust, being imprisoned in Russia, his marriage to my grandmother, their journey to Israel, and eventually settling in the United States. In many ways, this story that he has told, and preserved, is the beginning of my story. In many ways, his story is my story.
As it turns out, I'm Jewish. This past Saturday night marked the beginning of my favorite holiday in the Jewish calendar: Passover. One of the primary reasons that I love Passover is that it is a holiday centered around storytelling.
On the first night of Passover each year, Jews gather to have a ceremonial feast called a seder, during which a story is retold, taken largely from the section of the bible called Exodus. It is a story of liberation, beginning with the Jews living as slaves in the land of Egypt and ends with their dangerous late night escape to freedom.
Particular importance is placed on telling the story as if it were experienced first hand ourselves, reliving the pain and bitterness of slavery, and the joy of redemption. We tell the story as if it happened to us. This is about when I was a slave in Egypt. Personalizing the story makes us appreciative of the freedom we enjoy, and grateful to our ancestors who came before us.
As Jews have survived persecution through the years, storytelling has only increased in importance. Memories of the Nazi holocaust are carefully recorded and repeated with the hope that passing it on to each generation will keep us from allowing history to repeat itself.
While storytelling in this way is not unique to Judaism, it is worthy of our attention, especially as writers. Oral traditions - stories passed on from generation to generation - are really how writing began.
What's beautiful about traditional storytelling, like the story of Passover, is that it reminds us of and connects us to who we once were. Whether that's in the context of a religion, a country, or even a family. Telling stories of our past reminds us that we are all a part of an ongoing story.
The quote I began the post with is written on the opening page of my grandfather's memoir, his self-published life story about his childhood in a Polish shtetl, fleeing the Nazi holocaust, being imprisoned in Russia, his marriage to my grandmother, their journey to Israel, and eventually settling in the United States. In many ways, this story that he has told, and preserved, is the beginning of my story. In many ways, his story is my story.
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