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  • When I stumbled upon a course titled "The Art of Storytelling" (while flipping through the catalog of the local Adult & Community Education center), little did I know how much this small incident would impact my life.

    Through this course I (re)discovered why stories are so important to me, and how much joy it brings me to be surrounded by people that feels the same way. I loved every minute of the 7-week course, including the final performance to family and friends, and above all, I loved the new friends I made at the course. You can imagine my happiness then when I heard about the Storytelling Weekend (which happened this weekend) and found out that not only I would be able to go, but also almost all my new friends from the course would be there too (including our magnificent instructor).

    I wouldn't even know where or how to begin describing how much of a treat was this weekend.

    The radiant green of the trees. The revitalizing water of the lake. The no-cellphone-signal far-flung location. The absolutely astounding group of men and women. The hours that flew by during captivating conversations happening all the time and everywhere: in the lake, by the fire, in the car on our way there, in the car on our way back, during breakfast, during lunch, while swimming, while kayaking, the deep conversations in the wee hours of the night...

    The laughs. The can't-stop-laughing moments that almost got me crying. The long and delicious laughs, that kind of laugh you experience while having fun with an old-time friend.

    Ah, the stories. Stories that brought me back the sensations of seeing the world through the eyes of a child. Others that twisted and turned in surprising and delightful ways. Another that got me blown away by the power of telling marvelous stories about the simplest of things. The story that made me cry, cleansing my soul, even though I had heard it multiple times before (and the certainty that I will cry again next time I hear it).

    It was such a wonderful time that by Sunday evening I was confronted with feelings I hadn't felt in a very long time. Those were the same mixed feelings of happiness and melancholy I would feel sometimes when I was a kid, while seated at the back of the car, going back home after spending a whole weekend having a good time, knowing that the day ahead wouldn't bring as much enjoyment as the weekend had.

    The main difference is that nowadays it is up to me to define how many more moments like these I want to have, and which kind of people I want to be surrounded by. And I've decided that I want many many many more weekends (and weeks) like this... with friends and family, talking, listening, telling stories to each other, and enjoying this wonderful gift of life.

    P.s.: The picture above is of a mysterious traffic sign we saw on our way there, which granted many laughs and theories about what it means. :)
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