by storytree | Jul 30, 2017 | Aboriginal stories, Australian stories, Byron Bay, Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Green Storytelling, Local stories, Public Performances, social justice, Stories of the feminine, Storytelling, The value of oral storytelling
It is getting very exciting as the first ‘Stories in the Club’ Concert date draws closer, enthusiasm in the community is building and people are coming forward to offer wonderful tales of place and hope. August and September concerts are now full! August...
by storytree | Jun 29, 2017 | Aboriginal stories, Australian stories, Byron Bay, environmental storytelling, Folk Tales, Green Storytelling, Learning to tell stories, Local stories, Public Performances, Storytelling
I am excited to announce that I am launching a new community storytelling concert series, beginning the afternoon of Sunday, August 13, with the support from Ngara Institute and Creative Mullumbimby. Good stories can be road maps for a life well lived. In these times...
by storytree | Oct 14, 2016 | Byron Bay, environmental storytelling, Feminism, Folk Tales, Green Storytelling, Labyrinths, Public Performances, Stories of the feminine, Storytelling, Water stories
For many years, my friend, Jacquelina Wills and I have dreamed of building a public, local labyrinth in Byron Shire. We recently scored a small grant from the Byron Shire Council’s Placemaking Seed Fund, as one of seven catalyst events for the Byron Bay Town Centre...
by storytree | Mar 10, 2016 | Aboriginal stories, Australian stories, Byron Bay, Folk Tales, Green Storytelling, Public Performances, Storytelling, The value of oral storytelling, Tourist attraction, Water stories
This year (2016), I have begun a new business called “Stories on Foot: Tales of Byron Bay and the Rainbow Region”. Here I make a start on the story of why I started it and what I want to offer people through these tours. When my kids were still quite young...
by storytree | Dec 19, 2015 | Byron Bay, Storytelling
Updraft by Jenni Cargill-Strong There are little nubs growing where my shoulder blades should be Little nubs and upon them hang wings: translucent, tremulous, wet, wrinkled, folded. As I walk here, the crunch of gravel beneath my boots the...
