My children read. They read a lot.
Everything from Twillight to National Geographic, from Donald Duck to “Everything is Illuminated” by… that guy.
Off course I am a writer and would expect my children to read some… but their curiosity still surprises me as well as their openness to stories. All kinds of stories. And their imagination! Man… do they tell stories!
The other day they came home with this black book (look below). They found it on the ceiling of Our Place halfway hidden under some American magazine from around world war 2 and a lot of dust. They flipped the pages and carefully looked upon every letter whispering to them.
Books are time bubbles. Touching that book felt like touching the past.
Ever since they were babies I´ve been whispering pretty little lies in their pretty little ears. I´ve been telling them fairy tales and facts and things that I just made up. Storytelling is a huge part of our life but I think it is even bigger now… that we have moved into the wild.
We tell more stories now than we did back “home”
In the summertime, when we sit around the camp fire until midnight. Adults and children having heated debates and subtle conversations, telling stories about their experiences, thoughts, dreams and ideas.
In the wintertime darkness falls early and we read books in the quiet. We find stories on the internet.
Once in a while we find ourselves in the midst of a story too.
But it´s not just about practical circumstances, it´s also about simply spending more time together.
It´s an actual matter of time.
It has really affected the general way we communicate, as a family.
* We speak more bluntly and more direct.
There is less time for beating around the bush.
* We laugh a lot more. There is more humour in our lives now. I really don´t know why.
* We talk about deeper things, deeper emotions.
The first 9 months we reflected a lot. Moving out here put everything in a new perspective and we actually had to reorder the perspective, make sense of things.
The benefits of storytelling
I think living like this enhances storytelling and I think storytelling is good for the soul.
It nurtures imagination and the ability to listen.
It expands the vocabulary and increases the ability to understand emotional nuances and last but not least – storytelling forms bridges of understanding between people and generations.