Tall tales - Letting the story breathe.
- Jan 12
- 5 min read
Updated: Jan 13
Way before "stories = letters forming words", they would be carried from the mouths of our elders to the eager ears of a younger generation of listeners. Tales of fire and creation - of seas, lakes and mountains. The wonderful animations around the family tree of all things starry and celestial.
These ancient tales were not fixed things, back then. There were no documented points of reference, or scrolls unfurled in proclamation. The stories moved from firelight to shadow, almost as living forms. I would wager that no two tellings were ever the same and I am damn sure that no-one expected them to be. It would seem that any element of "truth" lived in the feeling of belonging, not via verbatim accuracy, but through meaning and celebration of ancient and sacred community.
