The Vitality of Storytelling:

 

We believe 

storytelling is 

our lifeline in time.

We believe storytelling is 

one of our circulatory systems.

We worry our storytelling lines are 

broken, clogged or worse, sabotaged.

Let Us Start with a Few Questions:

 

Feel like you belong to an “us?”

What are your parameters of “us?”

Are you exchanging amongst yourselves?

Are you exchanging with the “outer” world 

that supposed/appears to live beyond your “us?”

Are you adequately telling your tales 

and adequately listening to one another?

Most concerning, is ritual and storytelling 

used against you to alienate and exclude you?

These Questions Only Lead to
More Questions:

What keeps us civil? 

(A critical question when 

civility is revoked or violated.)

Codes of conduct, rules and 

regulations, laws? 


Maybe.

But what informs them? 

Commandments, religious tenets, our values?

But what informs and maintains our values? 

Spiritual entities and guides?

 

Obviously, our query 

leads to a circular quandary.

So we raised another question:

What actually is our so-called humanity?

 

What constitutes/establishes our humanity?

What advances/documents our humanity?

We believe there are two corporeal 

activities that inform 

our humanity:  

Ritual and Storytelling:

Rituals 

are our emblems, 

practices, symbols 

of our beliefs and faiths.

Rituals are our choreographed, 

danced, designed and staged values.

These staged signs serve as our signifiers 

of the Eternal which we use to signify

–celebrate and worship–

that which we perceive 

as the core and source 

of our values as well as

individual and societal

 conduct.

 

Storytelling is our seventh sense at work.

Yup, seven: 

hearing, sight, smell, sound, taste, 

… and …

Intuition (our spiritual exchange)

… and …

Storytelling (our exchange in and sense of time).

 

Narrative 

is one of our 

circulatory systems.

Try stop breathing. 

Now try to stop telling stories.

It is indeed one of our vital lifelines: 

It is how we live/work/love/thrive,

individually and collectively.

 

It is our exchange between

the corporeal and eternal.


It is our community breathing. 

Inhaling and exhaling.

It is our rhythm.


Together, through narrative and ritual,

we express and share our beliefs and

in so doing, we build community.

What About Diverse Communities,
In which the Unfamiliar,
Even Drastically Different Cultural
Narratives and Rituals are Present?

How Do We Build Unity Within
Such Fundamental Differences?

It is simple to explain but difficult to do.

The seeds for unity are already 

containedwithin the differences.

We cannot ‘think’ our way through it.

It is an experiential phenomena.

 

Through storytelling and rituals, 

we honor our beliefs and values. 

Within our chosen community, 

through our hard work, 

me becomes we.

 

Our exchanges build community 

based upon homogeneity.

 

Once we 

are strengthened 

by our community commitment,

we are empowered to extend outward and

exchange our narratives and values, to 

consider, evaluate, learn and appreciate

difference, symbiotic heterogeneity.

 

After we develop 

and enrich our culture,

 celebrate and honor our own, 

we ARE empowered to share 

our rituals and stories of 

our communities with 

“others.


By means of the 

intermediary 

dynamic of extended:

 

Accommodation, Respect, and Empathy,

 

We ARE Empowered 

to Coexist and Honor Others.

Hence, exchange within and you will 

grow and yearn to exchange without.

 

It is the very nature of 

initiating internal expansion

that will compel you to seek 

External Exchange.

 

Together, we become more 

than a single band of rhythm,

If our seven senses are tuned, 

we will hear the melody of invitations 

to contribute to the score of rhythms, 

to the orchestra of life.

What is the Potential Danger?
What are the Risks?

If our storyline brakes, what happens?

Without narrative and ritual, we 

wither within our homogeneity,

and without, our exchange with those 

outside our community, will extinguish.

In its place, its antithesis takes root, and, 

the weeds spread and strangle what’s left.

 

For us, this is the mechanism of darkness.

Just as forfeiture of our storytelling/rituals

initiates restricted breathing, 

and eventually, strangulation,

for a nation built upon an invitation to 

the tired and poor, and the

huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

begrudging, hesitant, unwilling 

participation yields

a cacophony that hurts both

our ears and hearts

until our country suffocates.

 

Today’s invasive species, is not the “others,”

but our own hate, intolerance, fear 

of a perceived contagion 

projected onto the “other,”

in place of our review of our own 

dishonor and greed.

 

In this environment of social toxicity

“Otherness,” becomes intolerable,

we obsess on homogeneity that 

has its unity dysfunctionally 

based in uniformity, 

(often in desperation due to 

our own withering state)

instead of the Creator’s diversity,

where unlike elements yield a unity 

based in the complexity, sophistication and

variety of heterogeneity,

that thrives, and not-so ironically, is 

better suited to survive the test of times.

(Consider, at a far greater external scale, 

the Creator is not going to allow the

Extraterrestrial Aliens (ETAs) to visit

Earth until we embrace our minor distinctions. 

For then, we will have to negotiate 

some really vast differences.)

 

Hear this, herein,

the healthy mechanism 

(inoculation, if you will)

is the exchange (sharing) of 

our Rituals and our Storytelling.

“Honor and Share,” is our mechanism 

for individualized and collective health.

But first we need a narrative and ritual of 

our own and to know it well,

intimately and rigourously,

if you are to share it and coexist 

with others of different persuasions.

(Then, heavens forbid, we just may begin 

to appreciate the similarities, maybe?)

So, where does it come from?

 

That, too, we believe, 

is easily explained but difficult to secure:

 

Our elders inherently have much to 

share with our young, 

both insight and questions, 

and,

our young inherently have much to 

share with our elders.

both imagination and questions.

 

 Likewise, for everyone else who

are supposedly at opposite ends 

of a supposedly dichotomous range.

For all, inspiration and awe await 

once we spiritually migrate. 

Then Why Is It Not Happening?

 

Because we are stuck at the first step.

Because we lost the act of helping, 

and the art of sharing

vernacular, 

verbal, 

visual, 

spiritual 

stories.

 

The bilateral, 

multidirectional, 

multigenerational

bridge of time is obstructed, 

maybe worse, maybe collapsed.

We have forfeited the nourishing, 

precious, crucial arts to others who 

commodify and use it for their own 

political and profitable intent.

How Do We Share?

We dance, perform, pray and sing our rituals,

We help one another and those in need.

We tell our powerful, unique stories:

origin stories, survival stories, 

stories of loss and victory.

How Can We Trust It Will Work?

 

Because the universal resides within the specific.

The individual is the infinite!

Why?

 

Because we strongly believe our acts of assistance 

and our storytelling and creating are indeed

the celebration-documentation-expression 

of our humanity.

How Do We Start?

 

Herein, 

through 

your 

contributions, 

101HOPE

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create+make

justcareforalllife. 

will grow, as we act to help and focus on

verbal folklore and vibrant visual storytelling

as we discuss/debate our six life-care services

and archive our contributions for all to access 

and to which all can contribute their own.

We Will Go First!

We will tell the story of 

The Seerz of Wazizwilbi

(But only after a few more POVs.)

Stay the Course:

(For now)

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