🌊 in tribute to Fiona Mac Leod, my first godmother in oral 🌊 part for other banks on December 31, 2018, I share here a text she wrote for the meeting of storytellers to the west in 2017:
Utopia when we dream of you...

" I sigh for a country where the art of listening would be the most valued art, where politicians, teachers, technocrats, bureaucrats, industrialistes, gendarmes, scientists, doctors, parents, artists and even The children will all receive training in the art of listening, and their greatest desire will become that of listening to the weakest people: the homeless, the poor, the sick, the vulnerable vieillesses, the offenders, the thieves, the losers in Mathematics and losers in smiles (if, it's important to listen to them too).

And I dream of a world where every kindergarten teacher, primary, college and high school will receive training in the art of telling and using symbolic language.
Imagine these classes where the will learn from 3 years in small groups of 5 TO 6 Pupils (all who have chosen the learning of the tale that day) and where the older children will teach Younger.
And then the children in the classes of recess tricoteront tales heard in class backwards laughing a lot.
I would like to see the classes where when a child arrives from another city, or even from another country, then he is told to tell the stories, stories and tales of his place of origin. Above all, we will be interested in the differences expressed in
And since we have abolished the non-productive system of notes for a long time, and examinations, children and adults will speak on an equal footing, sharing their experiences and others offering their new eyes. In addition, senior people will often share the life of classes.

In the same way, families will be trained to listen: parents will listen to their children with patience, and the children will listen to the elders with Families where we share the stories of daily life, where everyone will tell their dreams for breakfast, and especially where the tales of oral literature will circulate without hindrance. The guessing contests will be returned to fashion and the tongues will be débiteront in amount and down the stairs in a cheerful, cheerful and creative oral.

Then the doctors who have been trained in tales since their childhood, they will be able to listen to their clients (yes, really listen), and will offer tales to
Moreover, the only wars, since we have banished all weapons and bombs (but what, a utopia is made to dream all the way! ) will be jousts of friendly tales between peoples.... The Olympic games of storytelling.... and the winner must know how to handle silence.
For, yes, silence will also be valued in my utopian world. We'll live whole days dedicated to silence. Silent Festivals.
I don't have enough time to talk to you about all the other wonders of my utopia (you can be sure that cats, horses, garden gardens, sea walks, moon lifting, world music , Christmas Cakes, Starry Nights, shamanic drums, among thousand and other wonders will be honored).

Well done! You came to the final point, this point that is finally only the beginning of my reverie."

Utopian friendships,
🌊 Fiona Macleod 🌊

❤🌞THANK YOU FIONA !!! 🌞❤
WE'LL KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE !

Thanks to Marie President ' mine storyteller for this share 🌞