I tell stories that weave
mythic themes through life’s events. The stories may begin to heal you while they make
you laugh, or give you a fresh point of view. You may hear wisdom from
characters who have evolved through personal challenges and seek to restore
balance in their world. These stories include a little magic, some music and
sometimes, the Internet. They are always kind.
The inspiration to tell
stories began when I was growing up deep in the post-war English countryside, when
life was simple by necessity. Most of my time was spent horseback riding or
sailing a small boat. You can imagine, we were often cold and wet. I remember
meeting the local gamekeeper when riding with a friend. He’d just been out
shooting and handed her two pheasants, which she prepared and ate for dinner.
We went to the blacksmith, and conversed with our neighbor who drove a steam
Everybody in my community
told stories, and no one wrote them down. My stories live in the oral tradition
as well. Now, an entire story might occur to me at once. It can be like a
freight train of visual details. Then I’ll learn it for a few weeks when out
walking my dog. When it is ready, it will be shared with an audience. After
sharing it, I will make some descriptive notes for safekeeping. The story
itself lives only when it is told. I really like the live audience.
Listen, and you will enter
a parallel world of formal gardens and country woodlands, where mountain
streams flow into ports that berth exotic ships. There might be a lake similar
to Lake Tahoe, the interior of a home that could be found in one of
Shakespeare’s tales, and where magic helps you see the wisdom learned through
have shared stories at Solstice and Beltane celebrations, birthdays that mark
long lives, and other important occasions. I am noticing a greater interest;
people seem hungry for stories like this.