I had the privilege to tell my story (reblogged below) last Monday at Tenx9 Nashville. This monthly storytelling event, started in Belfast, Ireland, is something I look forward to since storyteller Amanda Bloomer (my friend, fellow educator, and former student) invited me in February. Tenx9 is based on a simple structure–nine storytellers, each sharing their stories on stage in less than ten minutes on a common theme.
The free event is structured in 3 sets and ends with Bob McRay’s understory of the night–always a treat–and the announcement of next month’s theme. If you’re in Nashville, join us. Details on how to submit a story for consideration are here.
Michael McRay brought the event to Nashville in 2013, and the community it has created reached a record number last Monday packing Douglas Corner. We laugh and cry and left knowing we’re not alone. The tie that binds us is a poignant truth: “Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireas na daoine”…“It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.”
Stay tuned for links to the podcast at Tenx9 Nashville and iTunes.
I’ve been lost since 2014 when I left a teaching job of 27 years at a school my kidsattended K-12 three streets from our house. I moved to another continent 4,400 miles away. Solo. Sight unseen. As sure as Santiago in Coelho’s (Quelho’s) The Alchemist, I knew it was my destiny, an adventure to which God called me, promising roses in the desert where I’d sing like a girl again. I wanted to be lost in a love story. And so it began…
The taxi driver burrowed as far as he could into the Marrakech medina, stopping in a deserted, small square. “Where’s the riad?” Jasna, my new Canadian coworker asks.
He slices the air to point to a corner a few feet away, then bends his hand in a 90 degree angle to the left. Though we only know a few words in Darija, we’re getting good at Charades…
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