We have always told stories. Initially, in the gloom of our caves, by dying light, told by some primitive hunter with eyes lit with his own tale. Or on the walls of the caves in the form of drawings scratched on the walls; men chasing animals, men spearing animals, men dancing. Or, more recently, in the recesses of mud-thatched kitchens where children would gather around fires after dinner, settling at the gnarled feet of grandmothers, listening to vivid lore. With mouths open. They were myths and fables, ghost tales and hero tales, tales of adventure and fairy tales. These stories preserved culture, reflected wisdom, taught and validated and explained events. These stories gave our people context. And we were a product of our stories.
Now we have the internet; big, wide and bottomless internet that keeps coming at us like a moving shadow. We don’t sit around fires anymore, we sit around the internet and around our books. And we tell our own stories, read by men and women, some of whom we will never meet. He who owns his story, dictates how he is seen. (I just came up with that now).
Campfire Storytellers is crafted from this premise. At Campfire we offer the opportunity for you – company, NGO or individual – to tell your stories. We hate to call it “training” or “workshop” because then that means we have to think of tea breaks and someone seated at the back stifling a yawn. So we call it Campfire, a place of warmth and familiarity. A place of stories.
We believe that everybody has a story but not everybody can naturally tell a story. But everybody needs to find out which boat they sail in. At Campfire Storytellers we gather around and we share tools and experiences on how to turn you into an intrepid storyteller. We arm you with the tools to not only identify a story but also how to tell it in a way that our grandmothers told their stories. Memorable. Alive. Authentic.
We have lit the fire, gather around and light your own fire within yourself.
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