2010.04.28 13:00 - Stories and storytelling

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    Wol Euler was guardian for this session, filling in for Fefonz.



    Pema Pera: Hi Darren!

    Darren Islar: hi pema

    Pema Pera: hoe gaat het ermee?

    Darren Islar: I see you're online :-)

    Darren Islar: mentaal gaat het lanzaam aan beter

    Darren Islar: fysiek blijft het een probleem

    Pema Pera: helpt het rusten wel?

    Darren Islar: als ik het niet ode, is het erger

    Darren Islar: an wordt het aantal stresshormonen zo hoog, dat ik ookniet meer slaap

    Pema Pera: gruess dich, Wol !

    Wol Euler: gruetzi1

    Darren Islar: en als er iets erg is dan is het onrust terwijl je harstikke moe bent

    Wol Euler: please continue :)=

    Pema Pera: fijn dat je in ieder geval de tijd kunt vinden om rust te krijgen

    Darren Islar: heb dat jaren meegemaakt en is nu een spookbeeld

    Pema Pera: hi Agatha!

    Darren Islar: nog wel :-)

    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Pem

    Darren Islar: h Wol

    Agatha Macbeth: And Wol and darren :)

    Darren Islar: and Agatha

    Darren Islar: sorry about the Dutch

    Wol Euler: no, please continue

    Pema Pera: :)

    Wol Euler: hello agatha, pema, darren :)

    Darren Islar: well, I guess we said it all :-)

    Pema Pera: :-)

    Wol Euler: :)

    Darren Islar: I like you're ty and jacket Wol

    Pema Pera: I believe this is Fefonz's session?

    Wol Euler: thank you! it's a new outfit, just released today

    Pema Pera: perhaps he has difficulty getting in?

    Agatha Macbeth nods

    Darren Islar: ehhh.....ye

    Wol Euler: um, wednesday?

    Wol Euler: yes, he often does

    Pema Pera: oh, thanks, Wol !

    Wol Euler: sure

    Darren Islar: wow, so probably no one else is wearing it right now

    Wol Euler grins. Very few, anyway

    Wol Euler: but Darwin's customers are fanatical, I'd guess that at least of half of htem buy nearly everything she produces

    Wol Euler points to herself.

    Agatha Macbeth: :)

    Darren Islar: ha! :-)

    Pema Pera: Darwinian shopping?

    Wol Euler struggles to find a "only the X survive" joke

    Pema Pera: :)

    Pema Pera: struggle for revival perhaps, of older fashions?

    Darren Islar: in that case I should do some shopping soon there :-)

    Wol Euler: well, I'd love to give you a tour

    Agatha Macbeth: Loon pants?

    Pema Pera: :)

    Wol Euler: they have outfits for men too, all my avs wear AVid

    Darren Islar: well, I can choose :-)

    Wol Euler: true :)

    Agatha Macbeth: He he

    Wol Euler: but be warned: it's addictive

    Agatha Macbeth: Like SL

    Darren Islar: noticed :-)

    Darren Islar: thanks

    Wol Euler: yw

    Wol Euler: so, pema, here we are on day 96 :)

    Darren Islar: oh I haven't read it yet

    Pema Pera: Wol, if the volcano would have behaved, and you had been able to come to SF, is their anything in particular that you would have like to talk about?

    Wol Euler: wow, what a question. I've never thought about that.

    Pema Pera: yes, counting backward ;)

    Pema Pera: count-down


    Wol Euler: actually, I don't think so. Not so specifically that I would have asked.

    Wol Euler: I wanted to take part in a few more visualizations, what was Lia's word?

    Wol Euler: sallies

    Agatha Macbeth: Aunt sallies?

    Wol Euler: and I'd have liked to talk a little more about storytelling

    Pema Pera: :)

    Darren Islar: I think what you miss most about those things, is the connection you feel ?

    Wol Euler: more like the sally porte in a fortress: voyaging out to explore

    Wol Euler: yes, darren

    Agatha Macbeth: Yo ho

    Pema Pera: we didn't do any sallies this time; in fact, that was something we've only done that time in Malta, spontaneously

    Wol Euler nods.

    Pema Pera: as for storytelling, yes, I enjoyed the way you described the architect side of story telling

    Pema Pera: how you view things, buildings, uses thereof

    Darren Islar: what is storytelling?

    Wol Euler: I'm hesitating between storytelling as a way of creating the world, like the Old Ones singing the world into being in the Dreamtime, or God speaking the words of creation

    Wol Euler: and the feeling that this might not be compatible with mindfulness and dropping

    Agatha Macbeth starts playing her dijeridoo

    Pema Pera: :)

    Pema Pera: for starters, we can acknowledge that we are all engaged in storytelling, any moment of the day . . . .

    Agatha Macbeth: Can you guesss what it is yet?

    Pema Pera: independent of what the world really is like, if that even makes sense as a question

    Wol Euler: I've noticed a common thread in what I'Ve been reading lately, telling stories about storytelling, speaking hte world into being.

    Wol Euler nods to pema

    Pema Pera: even if the world is exactly the way science describes, or any religion for that matter, in any of those cases we still have to make ourselves at home in that world by telling our own story

    Wol Euler: mmhmm

    Pema Pera: so at the very least we tend to live out a kind of "own story" -- at least most of the time

    Pema Pera: and the question is to what extent we can wake up from that story

    Pema Pera: or at least see beyond its boundaries . . . .

    Agatha Macbeth: And who is the editor?

    Pema Pera: a collaboration between us and the world perhaps?

    Pema Pera: in some shifting way?

    Wol Euler: yep, that sounds about right

    Pema Pera: stepping on someones toes edits his/her story quite clearly :)

    Wol Euler: like two pens writing at once on a single page

    Wol Euler: (at least two)

    Darren Islar: hmmm, interesting

    Darren Islar: and I guess we don't have one story to tell

    Pema Pera: at least such a view would give a context for "falling into" art or beauty or whatever -- perhaps a momentary opening in the veil of the stories we tell ourselves?

    Pema Pera: with the 9-sec an opportunity to poke little holes in the stories?

    Wol Euler: like turning over a page and unexpectedly finding an image already there instead of the blank we expected to write on

    Pema Pera: :)

    Darren Islar: I think Yaku presented an interesting view on this

    Darren Islar: still grabbinb, but grabbing for something different

    Wol Euler: that's an idea. Perhaps we experience beauty is when the world gives us something ready-made that we can love without having to think about

    Darren Islar: maybe it is not dropping, or mindfulness, but something happens to the page and the perception

    Pema Pera: interesting, Wol !

    Pema Pera: hi Storm!

    Wol Euler: hello storm

    Agatha Macbeth: Hello storm

    Darren Islar: hi Storm

    Storm Nordwind: Hello all :)

    Pema Pera: Storm is very good in giving us ready-made things, and they are typically beautiful!

    Wol Euler: true :)

    Agatha Macbeth grins

    Wol Euler: oh, btw, I don't know whether I have said "thank you for all this beauty" lately, Storm.

    Storm Nordwind: uh-oh - what have i stumbled on?

    Pema Pera: for background, Storm: [13:27] Wol Euler: that's an idea. Perhaps we experience beauty is when the world gives us something ready-made that we can love without having to think about

    Storm Nordwind: Wol, that is so kind of you. Thank you :)

    Wol Euler: well, you earned it

    Pema Pera: hear hear!

    Agatha Macbeth nods


    Storm Nordwind hides his blushes in the mist from the fountain

    Pema Pera: we were talking about storytelling, Storm

    Pema Pera: how the everyday world is hanging together by stories connecting stories

    Storm Nordwind: Oh yes... I used to go to storytelling circles in England once a month. They were a lot of fun.

    Wol Euler smiles.

    Pema Pera: how did that work?

    Storm Nordwind: A whole bunch of people came along. Anyone could tell a story, from a minute to half an hour. Many just listened. Many were traditional stories retold. Some were new...

    Storm Nordwind: and some were composed in response to challenges on the spur of the moment

    Pema Pera: hmmm, I can see a new PaB activity . . . .

    Wol Euler: nice.

    Darren Islar smile

    Storm Nordwind: And the round-robin stories were fun, where all the storytellers gather in a circle and one starts a completely made-up story and stops and a crucial point. Then the next has to carry on - and so on!

    Wol Euler grins.

    Storm Nordwind: *at a crucial point

    Pema Pera: or just one line at a time, perhaps, in our case?

    Pema Pera: since we type slower than we speak?

    Pema Pera: we could do that right now!

    Storm Nordwind: he he - keep track of the characters if you were at the end was always a problem and a source of much hilarity

    Pema Pera: ah, with a chat log that's a lot easier!

    Wol Euler: we did once, a few months back, in one of Maxine's sessions. It just developed spontaneously

    Wol Euler: it was great fun

    Darren Islar: I think one line each makes nonsense

    Pema Pera: well, Storm, wanna start and hand off to Agatha?

    Agatha Macbeth: Eh?

    Pema Pera: we can test Darren's hypohesis

    Wol Euler grins and cracks her knuckles.

    Storm Nordwind: I think we need full acquiescence first! :)

    Pema Pera: Aye

    Darren Islar: oh my? not a great storyteller, but okay

    Pema Pera: fire, Storm!

    Darren Islar: full waht?

    Wol Euler: "the great is the enemy of hte good"

    Storm Nordwind: Single lines then? OK...

    Pema Pera: (clockwise around the pond)

    Wol Euler turns off the background music to concentrate.

    Storm Nordwind: By a pool, by the edge of a forest and just in sight of a village, a lonely and weary traveller once chanced to pass.

    Pema Pera: (Agatha?)

    Agatha Macbeth: Yes?

    Pema Pera: your turn!

    Wol Euler: ((do we want to go strictly in turn, or may people shout out next lines?))

    Pema Pera: easier to go in a circle

    Wol Euler: ok

    Agatha Macbeth: What am i supposed to be doing?

    Pema Pera: to avoid collisions

    Pema Pera: to add a line to the story Storm just started

    Pema Pera: [13:38] Storm Nordwind: By a pool, by the edge of a forest and just in sight of a village, a lonely and weary traveller once chanced to pass.

    Agatha Macbeth: Sorry, I can't think of anything...

    Darren Islar: maybe wol is right and make it more spontaneously

    Wol Euler: He looked around, and seeing a large and dry stone by the water's edge, sat down, and lay down his bags.

    Darren Islar: it is easier for the ones who are not good at this to join in

    Pema Pera: At first it seemed like the pool was completely empty, only clear water with a few ripples

    Darren Islar: he put of his shoes and put his warm and weary feet in the water

    Darren Islar: (sorry)

    Storm Nordwind: (it fits :)

    Pema Pera: (yes!)

    Wol Euler: (grins)

    Darren Islar: k :-)

    Storm Nordwind: He was in two minds: should he try to reach the next village by nightfall, or should he stay and rest by the pool. After all, it was nearly 7 o'clock.

    Agatha Macbeth: I just noticed there's a seminar started at Kira, bye for now

    Pema Pera: bye Agatha!

    Wol Euler: bye agatha

    Darren Islar: bye


    Wol Euler: He closed his eyes and tried to still his thoughts for a moment, to give himself time to rest.

    Pema Pera: before he knew it, he fell asleep

    Darren Islar: suddenly someone turned up, approaching him from the back

    Storm Nordwind: ... he seemed to hear the footsteps, but couldn't quite make out the face in the twilight

    Wol Euler: As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he realized that he was surrounded by other figures sitting by the water, who had come as he slept.

    Pema Pera: and then he realized why he couldn't make out the first face . . . . none of the figures actually had a face . . . .

    Wol Euler: ((we should perhaps have a convention for "I can't think of anything, next person please", so the rest don't wait for a line that won't come))

    Darren Islar: (good idea, already had that in mind)

    Pema Pera: v_v perhaps?

    Storm Nordwind: Ellipsis ...

    Wol Euler: ... is good.

    Darren Islar: and when he start to look closer, he found out there was something weird about these creatures...

    Darren Islar: elipses?

    Wol Euler: the ... character

    Storm Nordwind: It was as though he could feel their thoughts, that they knew he was there watching them, and that they welcomed him - a stranger - to their circle.

    Wol Euler: He felt that they had gathered for a purpose, one that did not include him, but that he was being permitted to attend -- something.

    Pema Pera: before long it became difficult to descern where his own thoughts ended and those of his companions started; he felt taken up by an embrace of thoughts . . .

    Storm Nordwind: (beautiful:)

    Darren Islar: it was like he felt something that has already have been there for a long time, but not knowing what it is

    Storm Nordwind: Suddenly, but almost silently, a bell seemed to ring, far off in the distance. And the thoughts that washed through his mind, like gentle waves breaking on a shore, seemed to meld into one single thought.

    Wol Euler: hello fef

    Pema Pera: hi Fef!

    Storm Nordwind waves

    Darren Islar: he fef

    Fefonz Quan: Hi all, sorry for being so late

    Wol Euler: np

    Darren Islar: (you didn't chance seats Wol!!)

    Wol Euler: I've claimed the log, if you wish I can post it.

    Darren Islar: *change

    Fefonz Quan: it will be kind of you , Wol.

    Wol Euler: sure

    Fefonz Quan: I've had a very busy day, and my head is banging like crazy, yet i thought i should come and say hi

    Wol Euler: awwwww

    Pema Pera: good to see you, Fefonz!

    Wol Euler: we're trying an experiment, communal storytelling, one line at a time.

    Pema Pera: and do take it easy

    Storm Nordwind: Take some ibuprofen and a glass of milk and rest well Fef

    Fefonz Quan: ah, sounds great experiment

    Darren Islar: it is, but it is giving me a bit of a headache :-)

    Fefonz Quan: sure do Storm, just without the milk for me :)

    Fefonz Quan: (unless i want to shift the pain to other body areas ;-))


    Wol Euler: THe thoughts converged into a single word, and he knew that if he spoke it now, in this circle of beings, his life would be changed forever.

    Pema Pera: however, he didn't feel quite ready to speak yet, something was holding him back

    Fefonz Quan: Did he wanted it to change? that's what bothered him the most

    Wol Euler: ((we're going around the circle clockwise))

    Darren Islar: because the word was strange for him, he didn't know what it really meant, playing with the sound in his head, trying to find a famiiar sound or something, that would connect the word with his feelings

    Storm Nordwind: What to do? Somewhere inside him, a spark of courage flared, and he voiced a question in his mind, one that he knew could be heard and would be heard by all the others present.

    Fefonz Quan: (thanks, Wol and Storm for the update)

    Wol Euler: :)

    Darren Islar: brb

    Wol Euler: The answer came to him not in words but in sensations, like a feather across the skin or the tug of wind on a lock of his hair.

    Pema Pera: at that point, his own thoughts stopped completely, like a machine that was suddenly shut down, and all he remained aware off was the tapestry of thoughts from his companions

    Wol Euler: ((nice))

    Pema Pera: (Fefonz?)

    Fefonz Quan: (ah, ok)

    Pema Pera: (Darren is afk)

    Storm Nordwind: (or just type ... if you want to 'pass')

    Pema Pera: (type "...")

    Pema Pera: (if you want to pass)

    Pema Pera: (you can also "just type" :-)

    Fefonz Quan: So the urge to say it, alos started to fade a little as he marveled at looking and watching all those thoughts around him, silently\

    Storm Nordwind: Threads and fragments resolved out of the tapestry. The colors revolved before him. And again that word, that single word, came to him, over and over again. Not like a command, but more as a statement.

    Wol Euler: ((I'm really biting my tongue not to utter that word :))

    Storm Nordwind chuckles

    Pema Pera: (((hehehe)))

    Wol Euler giggles

    Darren Islar: :-)

    Pema Pera: ((((feel free!))))

    Storm Nordwind: (Go for it. Someone has to!)

    Pema Pera: (((((and the word is . . .)))))

    Darren Islar: (or we never get to the end of this story :-))

    Wol Euler: "Being"

    Pema Pera: hahahaha

    Darren Islar: :-)

    Wol Euler: yes, I think we all deserve cupcakes for that.

    Wol Euler: or a small glass of a fine whiskey, as appropriate

    Storm Nordwind wonders what this "small" concept is

    Fefonz Quan: why 'or' when we can 'and' ?

    Darren Islar: (hmmmm, let the whiskey rolls over his tongue)

    Storm Nordwind searches for another bottle of Lagavulin

    Pema Pera: upon uttering that word, all stories ended, including this one, only to start all over again


    Wol Euler smiles and nips to the kitchen for her bottle of Laphroaig

    Darren Islar: hey........ what's that!!!!!

    Fefonz Quan is glad it is a virtual whiskey, given his condition :)

    Storm Nordwind is astonished at Pema's timing vs. the founatin mist

    Darren Islar: :-)

    Darren Islar: hi Wool

    Fefonz Quan: (It is Glenfidich here )

    Woolcinder Oxidor: hello all

    Darren Islar: well, in that case, i wil be going

    Pema Pera: each end is a new beginning, Darren :)

    Pema Pera: yes, I'll have to head back too

    Woolcinder Oxidor: i hope i am not disturbing anything

    Pema Pera: not at all, Wool!

    Darren Islar: bye everyone

    Storm Nordwind waves

    Fefonz Quan: bye Darren\

    Pema Pera: bye Wol, Wool, everyone!

    Wol Euler returns with a glass of Lagavulin, having found a bottle she'd forgotten she had

    Pema Pera: great storying together

    Woolcinder Oxidor: bye Pema

    Wol Euler: bye pema, bye darrenj

    Fefonz Quan: bye Pema, great seeing you here

    Wol Euler: hello wollcinder

    Wol Euler: nice name

    Wol Euler: *wollcinder, sorry

    stevenaia Michinaga: hiya

    Wol Euler: damn.

    Woolcinder Oxidor: yes very mystic isnt it :)

    Wol Euler: **woolcinder

    Fefonz Quan: i will be off too, getting late. it was a pleasure to be at the last minutes of that storytelling.

    Wol Euler: hello steve, bye fef

    stevenaia Michinaga: yes, I've been late all week

    Fefonz Quan: night all. _/!\_

    Woolcinder Oxidor: and you are Wol yourself

    Wol Euler: indeed

    Storm Nordwind: I'm sorry I must go too. Next meeting in a little under 5 hours if you're here then :)

    Woolcinder Oxidor: and euler

    Wol Euler: bye storm, take care

    Storm Nordwind: Namaste

    stevenaia Michinaga: bye storm

    stevenaia Michinaga: you coming to my session tonight?

    Woolcinder Oxidor: seems everyones leaving ...

    Wol Euler: which session, steve? the 7pm?

    stevenaia Michinaga: nods

    Wol Euler: no, too late for me, that is 4am my time

    stevenaia Michinaga: it;s a very quiet session recently

    Wol Euler: Woolcinder, you've chanced on the end of an hour-long (in theory) meeting

    Wol Euler: did anyone give you a notecard yet?

    Woolcinder Oxidor: yes i thought imissed something

    stevenaia Michinaga: nice to run into you Wol, in any case

    Woolcinder Oxidor: no this is my first time here

    Wol Euler: ok, let me remedy that at once

    stevenaia Michinaga: We are here very 6 hours Wool

    Wol Euler: good to see you as well, Steve. We overlap so seldom these days

    Woolcinder Oxidor: thats some commitment

    stevenaia Michinaga: I will be back at 7:00

    Wol Euler: well, not always the same people :)

    stevenaia Michinaga: not all of us all the time, but someone will be here

    Wol Euler: 1am 7am 1pm 7pm SL time

    Wol Euler: I must ask you this. This is a meditation group, we record these sessions and publish them on our website

    Wol Euler: May we have your permissoin to include your name and comments in the published log?

    Woolcinder Oxidor: yes sure...would you be using the name i ahve here

    Woolcinder Oxidor: or some other fictional name

    Wol Euler: your SL name only

    stevenaia Michinaga: http://playasbeing.wik.is/Chat_Logs

    Woolcinder Oxidor: yes i dont mind at all

    Wol Euler: ty, and thanks steve

    stevenaia Michinaga: it;s dinner time and end of my workday. see you tonight if you are around Wool

    Woolcinder Oxidor: the name Euler always remind me of the mystical equation

    Wol Euler grins

    Woolcinder Oxidor: i hope i be here too

    Wol Euler: bon appetit, steve, take care

    Wol Euler: I should go too, it's getting late.

    Wol Euler: Wool, feel free to drop by.

    stevenaia Michinaga: nice meeting you Wool

    Woolcinder Oxidor: yes Wol ill have a look around meanwhile

    Woolcinder Oxidor: lol feels strange writing your name

    Wol Euler: :)

    stevenaia Michinaga: the wiki has alot of infromation on our group

    Wol Euler: I have teh same difficulty :)

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