Author: Christine

Christine http://www.mombie.com I'm a writer/storyteller/director/creativity & lifestory coach with a black belt in ITF Taekwon-do. I read voraciously and I write like my fingers are on fire. I'm the founder and Co-Chair of the Association for the Arts in Mount Pearl and I'm the current president of the St. John's Storytelling Festival. I bake a mean chocolate chip cookie.

Foggy Outside & In

Yesterday was the foggiest day I have seen in ages. As I was driving along, the road seemed to be disappearing a little ways in front of me and the buildings at the side of the road would loom out of the fog one at a time.

Today is much clearer outside but I swear all the fog has moved into my head.

I know that I’m still getting over being tired from travel, being tired from my plane arriving at 2:45am, and being tired from…everything, but this is an additional layer of tired fogginess.

I’m just trying to go easy on myself and stick to the necessities.

Making those choices is hard work in itself, actually.

Pieces of a story

On Friday, I took a really fun workshop on creating stories.

The workshop leader, N, had a huge pile of small items in a box and after putting us in pairs he asked us to select a few items to craft a story from.

My story-partner J and I were really on the same metaphorical page and we had a great time crafting our story.

What kind of story could you make from these objects?

a brown tabletop with a green notebook and a pencil on it. On top of the notebook is a metal stick figure with its hands in the air. Next to the notebook is an amber coloured phial, a little ways to the right is a small bouquet of tiny flowers and a metal key, to the right of that is a large rock and to the right of that is a broken white brooch
Image description: a brown tabletop with a green notebook and a pencil on it. On top of the notebook is a metal stick figure with its hands in the air. Next to the notebook is an amber coloured phial, a little ways to the right is a small bouquet of tiny flowers and a metal key, to the right of that is a large rock and to the right of that is a broken white brooch.

All peopled out

I’m really enjoying my conference but it’s really easy to get all peopled out.

I wish that, even in a crowd, I had some sort of personal bubble device I could step into and regain my equilibrium before stepping back out.

I truly love interacting with people and hearing what they have to say so this isn’t about them being a bother, it’s about my brain needing a break so I can be present as my favourite self.