Storytelling and the Breath of Life (also posted to KOL)

[kiya]

Today I had reason to tell one of the myths as an explanation of something. I don't tell them the same way twice when I tell them; the rhythm of the language when I'm storytelling is something that has its own demands, its own life, its own soul, and constraining it to pinned-down language seems wrong to me.

I can tell stories in different registers, in different levels of detail; storytelling is one component of my calling as a writer.

As I was talking to teinedreugan while we were out doing some errands (getting fabric for the thing my hands want to do, kibble for the cats, and a feeesheeee for the lily tank), I realised that this is something that matters to me: that the stories, the storytelling, the rhythm of the language and the tales, this is one of the things that gives me a resonance of having a living faith, a living religious system.

There are only a couple of myths I can do this with easily, just drop into storytelling mode and tell the story as it flows out of me, making the rhythm of the language sing. I need to learn more stories, more stories so that I can tell them, make my breath the breath of the living Kemetic faith.

Kheperu!

Addendum: And since I told the world, I also told the Real Live Preacher. (preachermanfeed, I believe.)

Comments

[elisem.livejournal.com]

And got a reply, too.

Beautifully said, O Hawk o' Darkness. I would like to hear/read some of those stories from you, I would.