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Random images Movement in the air Happy faces and curious minds Mischief makers some Shy dabblers are others In a space where freedom is expression. The art and craft of life; Who we are What we were and what we will be Is shaped by circumstances assisted by a few, Able and capable. Just back from a story telling workshop at 2 villages near Tirunelveli: Kodaganallur and Veeravanallur I was so busy with the kids, I realise only now how sparingly I have taken photographs! Yet, that doesn't matter, for the images are frozen in my mind. Veeravanallur children are from the weaving community, while Kodaganallur children are mainly from the farming/agrarian community. I told fables, a myth and a fairy tale. Did some craft and loads of theatre games. Some of the theatre games brought out wonderful facets of the children. Their aspirations, likes, dislikes and so much more. Can't wait to go back there t...

Here is a beautiful story to tell: (adapted by me with due apologies to the author....) Long ago, there lived a man who traveled from his small village in Korea into china, selling his hand made goods…and wherever he went people exchanged the lovely handcrafted toys he made with money or some such item that he liked and that they owned. One day as he was walking down the street he came across a man who gave him a round shiny thing in exchange for his exquisite toy.It seemed quite interesting so he took it and put it in his pocket. He returned all the way back to his village having quite forgotten this round thing. As he was going to remove his clothes, his hands found it and he took it out, to his surprise the round shiny thing was showing him a moving picture of a man. It must be the King of China, he thought, and bowed down to the shiny thing, carefully placed it in a box at the corner of his room and decided that he would pray to the King of China from now on ...

Here is a poem that I found, worth every letter in gold! The joy of stories wrapped up in a brilliant ditty. Enjoy NAKED TRUTH AND PARABLE Naked Truth walked down the street one day. People turned their eyes away. Parable arrived, draped in decoration. People greeted Parable with celebration. Naked Truth sat alone, sad and unattired, "Why are you so miserable?" Parable inquired. Naked Truth replied, "I'm not welcome anymore. No one wants to see me. They chase me from their door." "It is hard to look at Naked Truth," Parable explained. "Let me dress you up a bit. Your welcome will be gained." Parable dressed Naked Truth in story's fine attire, with metaphor, poignant prose, and plots to inspire. With laughter and tears and adventure to unveil, together they went forth to spin a tale. People opened their doors and served them their best. Naked Truth dressed in story was a welcome guest. (Forest, 1...