What telling tales can do...

After months of training new storytellers at Gazi university, today I was deeply touched by the comment that one student made about the way the course had affected her:

"One day, she said, after we started working together on tales, I found myself in car at a traffic light and all of a sudden asked my friends in the car if they didn't sometimes wish that the car had tall legs and could just get up and walk away above all other cars, they all looked at me strangely, no apparently none of them had imagined such a thing, nor did they seem to think that it was normal for me to imagine it, but I did and I could see it so vivdlidly, and what's more I had such great pleasure imagining it. Then, another day, home with my roommates, we were looking for a pot of soup that just mysteriously disappeared from the kitchen, I could just see how the ants could have just carried it away like they do to a dead bug, or anything else they steal. Then my friends just about called me crazy! But it didn't stop there, it's as if a door has opened and I see all these funny or beautiful things around me, every where, every day. So when the time for our storytelling week-end comes around; I grab my bag and run out, because here, at the story school, I feel I belong, here I have found others who, just like me, enjoy believing in the beautiful, quirky, magical images that spring in their mind. And so this week-end, even though I didn't feel good because of the complications of my operation, and even though in the morning I was in quite a bit of pain, I came, because this is my therapy, I feel good here because my imagination is free to roam, play and create magic."

Thank you!