Mary Medlicott, Storyteller and Author - Storyworks

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Storytelling Starters ~ Reflections on the sand

Saturday, January 22nd, 2022

Whitesands Beach is a favourite place for both Paul and me in the same way that, years before I met Paul, it was a favourite place of mine  while I still lived full-time in St David’s in Pembrokeshire before I went off to do VSO (Voluntary Service Overseas) in Kenya and then on to be a student at Girton College, Cambridge.

There’s something quite ravishing about Whitesands Beach. When the tide is out and the sands are exposed, the beach feels vast. When the tide is in, its nearness makes you look out at the sea and the islands. Sometimes I think about St David,  Dewi Sant, coming here, no doubt with a group of friends and followers, in order to set sail for Ireland to continue his missionary work. The beach opens onto the Irish Sea. It seems to invite exploration. Perhaps it’s one of the things that helped Dewi Sant feel inspired  to continue his work of preaching and talking with those who came to listen.

Thinking about Dewi Sant in this context makes me think about the power of storytelling. On his deathbed, Dewi Sant reportedly reminded those followers of his who were gathered around him of something he must have said to them before, perhaps often.  ‘Do the little things that I have shown you’ were the words that he used. I believe that the act of telling stories invites a similar response. Storytelling can give its listeners an inner awareness of  ways of behaving that are worthwhile in life. They are not necessarily the huge things that are done by heroes and heroines. They are the little things that can help us all and stir us to an understanding of what is important in our own lives. (more…)

Storytelling Starters ~ Home and Away

Saturday, October 2nd, 2021

So far as subject is concerned, today’s blog has arisen purely because, in bed this morning (and we’re still in Pembrokeshire), Paul showed me a couple of photos on his phone of the lifebuoy down at Whitesands beach. Had I been thinking about lifebuoys as something to write about today? Well not lifebuoys, not at all. Yet, come to think of it, it’s not an unproductive subject.

For instance, I think of the friends who are and have been lifebuoys in the past. I remember how one of the best pronounced that, the minute I’d finished the treatment for the cancer I had at the time, I must go and stay in her home and for as long as I wanted. I would have nothing to do, I could just rest. What a lifebuoy that proved to be!Another lifebuoy over the course of the years has been Pembrokeshire itself. What did Samuel Johnson say? The man who is tired of London is tired of life. Well, though I speak as a woman and a London-lover,  I think I can also say that it’s nice to have a break from it from time to time. It’s probably the hustle and bustle of it, the number of people, the fact that although one may live in a quiet area, there is always that bit of a hum that arises from traffic, talk, people, machinery. (more…)

Storytelling Starters ~ King of the Castle

Saturday, January 3rd, 2015

P1060225How many times must I have chanted these words as a child while jumping onto the rock in my picture, trying to arm-wrestle other children off while I did so?

I’m the King of the Castle!

Get down you dirty rascal!

The rock was a familiar part  of my world. I accepted it as it was. I never thought about the whole shape and size of it for, until this very time last year, I’d never seen or imagined the lower half of it – not until the incredible storms that hit these shores had scoured out Whitesands beach, taking at least four foot of sand out to sea and leaving the whole of the rock exposed.

Then, last summer, going down to Whitesands beach  and looking leftwards, I was amazed all over again. This time, I couldn’t see the rock at all until I actually walked across the beach to look for it. I remember thinking someone must have stolen it for now, since the tides had brought the sand back, even the very  top of it could hardly be seen. (more…)