Monday, 31 March 2014

of a space for stillness, silence and story

Psalm 23, sung by The Idea of North.

Silence: one minute, or two.

Story: Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman by the well of Jacob, offers her living water, invites his disciples to see the fertile ground of those yearning for such water, enjoys hospitality and sharing with this Samaritan community.

Wondering: were the disciples as dumb as they are portrayed, or are they caricatured for the purpose of the storyteller?
aren't we all that slow to understand?
is the delight and thirst of the woman and her community, the doubt and short-sightedness of the disciples a refreshing picture of human nature?
what about the storyteller? how much of himself has he put into the story?

Story: Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman by the well of Jacob, offers her living water, invites his disciples to see the fertile ground of those yearning for such water, enjoys hospitality and sharing with this Samaritan community.

Silence: five minutes, or ten.

Response: materials provided for drawing, colouring mandalas, writing, moulding plastecine.

Jar : Ruth

living water : Kalindra


Sharing: what were our responses, following a line, a word, and idea - water, life, I am, life with Jesus (a 'constant double entendre), the thin path ...

"I am the living water" 
Water that flows
Starting as a small strong ribbon
A bubbling up
An ever-moving presence
That flows into every crack
Filling every void
Until overflowing,
I burst forth a 
Cascade, thunderously 
Flowing out through your life and beyond
"I am love" 

Kalindra Simpson

Song: Trish Watts, Yielding

Blessing, supper, more sharing of our stories.


This is a contemplative story space with sarah tells stories.

These spaces were born, for me, in the community that was The Esther Project, an experimental alternative community of faith, which started with a dream to be something else, but became a community gathering around deep and creative encounters with the Sacred Story. At those gatherings poems were written by those used to writing poetry and not. Pictures were drawn by those used to drawing and not. The Sacred Story wove through our own sacred stories as we gained deeper understanding, found new meaning, to life.


sarahagnew dot storyteller at gmail dot com - invite me to lead your community in stillness, silence and story.

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