Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • It was on 'story' this first time. I arrived late, dragging a story of my own. A morning that had not gone as planned, feeling behind everyone else. Nevertheless, pleased to be there in person.

    I took my seat and a man in the row beneath me turned and said "Hello, I follow you on Twitter." I was suddenly belonging here among this room full of extraordinary people who extended far beyond the speakers alone.

    There were many speakers talking about story. Stories lost through the evolution of vocabulary, found stories from litter and snippets revisited, redemptive stories of our secrets that we tell nobody, offensive stories that sometimes make us laugh and love the comedic teller, stories with impact hitting us hard through the medium of rap, pirate stories and arguing AI's, stories of magic and the magic of story. There were stories of success and personal happiness, stories of heroes that have come to belong to all of us, and the difference between character and characterisation.

    I think what I got most from the experience was a sense of validation. That this thing I do, even in my own small way, has true human value & purpose. It was something I knew, but maybe not something I'd felt before now. Each person I spoke to told me some story of themselves. Some I knew and had shared stories with that were still developing.

    Not everything was perfect. Events seldom are, and this was TEDx not TED, but like my stories, in it's own way it was important. And more than that it was welcoming and friendly. Starbucks sent us tea, coffee and cakes, people gave up their time to usher us and make us at home. Friends and strangers shared time, ideas, conversation, hugs and kisses. It wasn't perfect but it was human.

    Story I concluded, requires a certain courage to delve into. Some backbone to strengthen the telling. This I have. This I most certainly have. I think most humans do but in some of us it becomes something closer to the core of who we are. I don't know quite what I'm doing with it yet, but I know I am on the right path and that storytelling is leading somewhere for me. Most of all, perhaps most vital of all, these Cowbird stories I tell of myself.

    Other Cowbird stories were with me too. Resonating there in my mind behind the things that were being said. Like illustrations projected upon a wall. Your stories part of me and my ongoing story as I learn more about storytelling. It seemed to fit, somehow.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.