A little prince who didn’t know how to tidy his room

Sometimes our living space (life, body, mind, relationships, etc.) gets cluttered because we add things all the

time but forget to release some of them from time to time. Spring is a great season to get rid of things we do

not need or want anymore. We can throw them or give them away if they are in good condition.

Sometimes we need help to start with because releasing can be difficult. Don’t be afraid to ask for help, and you never know who will show up. If you need and inspiration, read the story.

Good luck with cleaning!

A little prince who didn’t know how to tidy his room

A little prince was sitting in his room, surrounded by things. There were toys, books, games, bicycles, balls of different shapes and sizes, chairs, clothes and whatever else you could imagine.  Even a tiny egg is hidden somewhere. He didn’t know what to do.

He picked up one thing and threw it in the air, hoping it will give him space, but the thing doubled itself and fell back. He tried again. Soon, his room, once big and spacious painted in beautiful shades of green, blue, yellow with the night sky on the ceiling, was so cluttered that his family forgot about him. They looked for him everywhere but couldn’t find him. After a while, they stopped searching.

The little prince got angry. He yelled and screamed, but no one heard him. He yelled and screamed again, throwing things around, which made his room cluttered even more. Big tears rolled down his cheeks. He cried in silence. He was a proud and brave little prince and didn’t want people to hear him crying. He felt tired and almost fell asleep when he heard a noise.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. “

“Hello, anybody there? The little prince said.

“Yes. I am a little bird. I can hear you, but I cannot see you. “

“I am behind the pile of things. ”  

Led by the voice, the little bird landed on the top of the pile of things. A little boy was sitting on the floor.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. I have never seen a nest-like yours. An impressive creation. “

“Thank you, but my nest is too tight for me. I cannot get out, and I don’t have wings to fly. “

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. Interesting. Why don’t you tidy your nest? “

“I tried. I threw one thing, hoping it will disappear, but it returned doubled. Now, I got more things than before. “

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. If you want, I can show you how to do it. “

The boy jumped. “Will you? That would be wonderful. “

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. I will show you a thing, and you will have to decide if you need it or not. If you need it, I will put it on the wall shelves. You have beautiful shelves and cupboards so you should use them. If you do not need a thing, I will put it aside, and later you will decide what to do with it.”

The little prince was not quite so sure about the decision part, but he accepted the offer.

The little bird started showing him things. At first, the little prince was hesitant with decisions, but the little bird was patient. She waited until the little prince made his decision. As they proceeded, the little prince got better and better. Soon the little prince could see walls, shelves, chairs, bed and window. His room was spacious and bright

The little bird was sitting on the window bench. The little prince came closer and looked at her.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. Now you know what to do with things in the future. “

“Thank you. You are so generous. You helped me clear my room. You saved me even you knew I stole one of your eggs last year. How can I repay you? “

“Chirp, chirp, chirp. You can give me a few sheets of paper for my nest. I am repairing it because new chicks are coming soon. “

“That’s not a problem. Choose any one you desire. “

“Also, promise me to be a protector of all living things, and I will forgive you for stealing my egg. “

The little prince bowed and gave a vow. From that day each morning, the little prince would greet the little bird and her chicks. When it was time for them to leave, he took care of their nest so that the little bird can return if she wants.

He helped in the garden. More trees and bushes grew for birds and animals to find new homes. Things he didn’t need anymore he gave to people who needed them more. Also, he kept his room clean and bright and invited his friends, old and new ones, to come and play. 

The king and the queen were proud of seeing their son changed.  

@marymrvos

Chennai Storytelling Festival 2021 – “Goodbye to my Daddy”

Dragi prijatelji, ljubitelji priče i umjetničkog pripovijedanja,

Raduje me što s vama mogu podijeliti video link za  priču “Goodbye to my Daddy” koju sam pripovijedala na ovogodišnjem Chennai Storytelling Festival 2021. Festival je organizirao World Storytelling Institute iz Chennaija.

Glavno lice festivala bio je neumorni domaćin Eric Miller koji nas je ugošćavao kroz četiri vikenda u veljači. Festival je ugostio više od 140 sudionika s programom u neprekidnom trajanju od 27 sata.

Bilo je to obilje priča i susreta i iskustava za ponijeti.

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Pitate se o čemu je moja priča?

I o tome postoji priča, zar ste sumnjali?

U rujnu 2020. sam se prijavila za nastup na festivalu i do prosinca sam razmišljala koju priču podijeliti. Malo po malo odlučila sam se za osobnu priču, ali dugo nisam znala kako ću je završiti. Početak i početak sredine priče su bili jasni, no kraj sredine i završetak priče nisu se nazirali a dani su odmicali. U tim traženjima naišla sam na video snimku priče pripovjedačice Maje Bumberak iz Mađarske i dobila uvid kako nastaviti i završiti priču. Uplela sam stvarnost i fikciju i kažem vam skroz sam to dobro izvela.

Prije nastupa priču sam više puta pripovijedala a komentari i prijedlozi prijateljice i priovjedačice Elizabete Alković su doprinjeli finom uštimavanju i na tome sam joj od srca zahvalna.

Također, pokazalo se da priča ostavlja trag na slušateljima, iscjeljuje ih, kao što iscjeljuje i mene.

Pozim vas da ju poslušate, podijelite te da čitate i još više slušate pripovjedače kad god vam se ukaže prilika. Niame, mnogi pripovjedači, ne svi, su ti koji podmažu vašoj duši na njenom povratku kući.

U festivalskoj knjižnici pronaći ćete i vido pripovjedačice i istinskog znalca zanata pripovijedanja Jasmine Žiljak Ilinčić, mentorice i predavačice na Neformalnom studiju pripovijedanja koji organizira i provodi Kreativni studio „Logos“ iz Varaždina.

A sad priča “Goodbye to my Daddy”.

Video link na snimku je https://www.storytellinginstitute.org/CSF_Video_Library.html#MaMr   

Voli vas Mary.

Čuvarica priča o snjegovima

Sa svakim proljećem pogled na nježne zvončiće i zelenu stabljiku što proniču kroz snijeg vrati me u djetinjstvo i vrijeme istraživanja, promatranja i igre. Voljela sam brati prve proljetne cvjetove, ali nikad previše. Voljela sam ih promatrati u prirodnom okolišu i diviti se kontrastu koje su njihove boje ostavljale na sivo-crnoj zemlju i suhim čupercima trave.  Za vjetrovita dana znala sam baku pitati: „Bako, hoće li vjetar visibabama otkinuti zvonca?“ One me gledala i odgovarala: „Dijete, o čemu ti brineš.“ Ja bih obukla kaput i istrčala van pokušavajući urazumiti vjetar. Nisam vjerovala u tečnost jezik vjetra, ali zvonca bi uvijek bila na broju. I jedna priča o visibabama.

Čuvarica priča o snjegovima

Zrak je zamirisao na početak dok si se mrijestila u svom mekom prostoru. Sjećanja i priče kupile su se u tvojoj srčiki. Čežnja je bubrila. Došlo je vrijeme. Prepustila si se. Krenula si. Izniknula si preko noći.

            Okitila si livadu prekrivenu ostacima snijega. Baš takvu si tražila. Preko dana upijala si priče svjetlucavih kristala u srčiku. Kad je došla noć zaljuljuškala si se. Pričala si o snježnim precima. Pričala si o prvom kristaliću snijega koji je iznikao u čežnji bogova. Livada je odzvanjala. Sjeverni vjetar se umirio.

            Budni kažu da su te čuli. Pospani se ne sjećaju. U prašnjavim knjigama piše da su visibabe vjesnice proljeća. U onim što su izgorjele u Aleksandriji piše da su zadužene za priče o nastanku snijega.  

            S novim danom djeca su se razmiljela livadom. Brala su te mladim prstima. Slagali su buketiće za mamu. I za baku. I za tatu. I za djeda. I za brata. I za sestru. Za svakog po jedna visibaba. Vjesnica proljeća. Čuvarica priča o snjegovima.  

@ marymrvos 15. 2. 2021.

U povratku s posla

U smiraju nedjelje sjetila sam se zelene čaše u kojoj mi je tata donosio šumske jagode. Svaki put kad ugledam te nježne plodove srce mi udari dva puta u trenu. Sjetila sam se i zelenog Land Rovera kako poskakuje šumskom cestom i osjećaja da sam u avanturi a la Indiana Jones.

u čaši

veličine dječje šake

skrile su se jagode

ubrao si ih

jednu po jednu

jednu po jednu

spuštao si ih

jednu po jednu

jednu po jednu

prekrio si ih lišćem.

miris šume

miris zemlje

skupilo se u točku želje

da ih sve pojedem

jednu po jednu

jednu po jednu

prije ručka.

oko usana

tragovi

na majici

(kao u službenom dosjeu)

otisci.

glavno jelo je čekalo.

mama je prihvatila izliku

boli me trbuh.

u sjeni žaluzina

mirišem jagode

koje si ubrao

na rubu šume

u povratku s posla.

@marymrvos 14. 2. 2021.

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Storytelling – What is in it for me?

In this short essay, I share my experience with storytelling from a storytelling point of view, and what might be in it for you as listener.  

I am preparing for the Chennai Storytelling Festival 2021, which starts in February and will run for four weekends. The Festival offers workshops, storytelling sessions, etc. so feel free to join wherever you are in the world.*

In September 2020,  I registered for the Festival. It was time to think of a story. I decided to tell a personal story. I knew the beginning of the story but was struggling with the middle and end. Then I heard a storytelling friend telling her personal story experience and bum I knew what I have to do with my story.  Putting it on paper was one thing: preparing it for telling was another thing. As January 2021 approached, I knew I should work on crafting the story. Another storytelling friend listened to me telling it, provided feedbacks, listened again and provided feedback.

On Saturday, I had an opportunity to tell it at an Open mic organized by Storytelling Toronto. The story is called Goodbye to my daddy and is about my childhood experience of my father’s death and how I managed to stop greaving.  

Here are several feedbacks from the audience:

“Marijana, today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death, great story, I needed to hear this story today. “

“A bear hug from your father. During this time of covid we all know what it is like not to hug children and grandchildren. “

“The anniversary of my Father’s death. Thank you for sharing!

Having experience and feedback from an audience prepares me for the final event.

As you can imagine, storytelling is a process. It doesn’t happen overnight, but that is not your concern. If you are still wondering what is in it for you, let me help you. From experience as the storyteller and listener, I learned stories:

  1. entertain and relax you from the everyday schedule
  2. give you an answer to a problem you might be struggling with
  3. comfort you
  4. even heal you.

Interestingly, my personal story already helped me, but also it touched other people. Isn’t that amazing.

Also, to gain the most from stories (written or told) keep an open heart and leave expectations. Expectations will keep your walls up, and you might not get what is in it for you.  

If you have any question, you can send an email to mmrvos@icloud.com

*Chennai Storytelling Festival 2021, The Healing Power of Story, Storytelling, and Story-enacting. To register to attend any or all CSF 2021 Zoom events, please send an email request to info@storytellinginstitute.org. Adults could register for themselves and for young people under their care.

Izdaja

visoko u kuli

gleda

tiho polje

tiha tijela

Pogu(r)bljena

sipka kišica šapuće

„Spavaj, spavaj

ne budi se

trebaš nam Pogu(r)bljena.“

Visoko u kuli

s nalivpera kapnu kap

tamno crvena

upi se na mjesto potpisa

novih izjava

zapečati

Kraj.

Niz polje se spušta kišica

šušti uspavanka

„Spavaj, spavaj

ne budi se

trebaš nam Pogu(r)bljena.“

Usnuli prate zakukuljene

Gavran grakće – Izdaja.

Budi se jedan.

Bude se dva.

Bude s milijuni.

Bude se svi.

Kula od karata se raspada

kišica prestaje

kapuljače padaju

Gavran grakće.

@marymrvos

22. 1. 2021.

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Kovač

Moj ujak kovač

rukama snažnim

potkove kuje

i snuje

o konju i kolima

o poljima zlatnim

o zemlji koja obilno daje.

Moj ujak kovač

rukama snažnim

za bačve obruče svije

i kad grožđe dozori

s pajdašima pije

zora ih zrakama mije.

Moj ujak kovač

rukama snažnim

iz torbe vadi

pogaču, slaninu i bocu vina

na gozbu zove

u kovačnici žega

ljeti i zimi

u njega nikad zima nije.  

@ marymrvos, ujaku Simi Vujnoviću

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17.  siječnja 2021.