Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A good story takes a long time

We are preparing for our feast of stories. Looking for the right speakers (we have a couple already).

A good story really can be something to feast on. Right now I am reading Sir Gibbie by George MacDonald and each sitting is like a little feast of good things. As well as being transported to a different time, place and world I am allowed to catch a glimpse of the glorious soul behind the story. It's gold.

And I have been listening to my friend Ben's last demo, Postcards from a garage. Many stories told, delicately shaped until they become songs, humorous and moving, lovely and light.

My favourite at the moment...

She was born with a fiddle on her chin
the imprint there for all to see
little calloused fingers and she gave herself
to the whisper of horsehair on steel.

While the papers complained of a retail lull
each roll and cut her hand knew well,
and her memories were like musical lines
and she walked the street in 4/4 time...

Is it all for nothing?
Is it all at stake?
What defines a person but the hammers we find
and the ground we break?

So pretty, so sad, such great questions...

Last night I was treated to a larger story in song. It was a history of temptation, and lasted 1hr 40mins. Needless to say lots was left out! But what was said was enchanting. I couldn't help but be caught up in the excitement of the tale.

I am part of a larger story - the story of of a broken but splendid humanity...


Go to Ben Scott's myspace music and have a listen.
www.myspace.com/bensong or www.myspace.com/limeandsteel

Monday, February 16, 2009

Why the move to Newcastle?

This is part of the studies I am doing for my Cornerstone Course. A reflection upon why I am here that is supposed to be open-ended. I'm not sure how that works.

I am here because I want to live from the story that inspires me – it is partly an act of defiance – defying the other story where I am trapped in the endless circle of a life without meaning or significance beyond what I may stumble through on the way past – and partly an act of faith – faith that goodness is real and I can choose it and help others to choose it and be helped by others to choose it more and so the goodness grows…

What is the story that you live out of?