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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner" data-et-multi-view="{&quot;schema&quot;:{&quot;content&quot;:{&quot;desktop&quot;:&quot;&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The other day, I tried calling&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;theatre colleague. Somewhere along the way I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d lost their number, so I looked up the theatre&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s details &#8211; only to find there wasn&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;t a phone number listed. None for the stage door &#8211; these have been disappearing for a while now &#8211;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;nor for the box office. No phone number at all.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I was shocked! That surprise quickly turned to curiosity, I\u2019m interested to understand the thinking behind this decision and if it\u2019s pointing to the way of the future\u2026&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;For me it speaks to a bigger question about whether or not were losing connection with each other, and what effect this might have, both in the short and longer term.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I recently spoke with a theatre producer about how younger people in our industry seem unused to speaking on the phone. She agreed and added that her own children, now young adults, feel anxious about phone calls. It reminded me of my daughter, who once dreaded calling anyone, even her grandparents. At university, she asked me to phone about her student loan. We practised together: first I made the calls while she listened, then I sat beside her as she tried. Gradually, her confidence grew. Now, she handles calls at work or to the plumber without hesitation.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Being able to speak directly with someone is an essential life skill. Are we losing the ability to speak over the phone, preferring texts, voice notes and emails? Does it matter? No doubt something else will take the place of calls, but right now we\u2019re in that betwixt and between space, figuring it out as we go.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My working life pre-dates&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;IT\&quot;&gt; computers&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;!&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The majority of my important dealings were done in person or over the phone. I still have the urge to call, to speak, to hear someone&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s voice. But fewer people seem willing to talk, and fewer offices have phones. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If I call someone I\u2019m immediately asked to email instead. I do understand, people are busy. But emails, to me, are a series of monologues. To reach a decision or make an arrangement can take days, sometimes weeks, of back-and-forth messages. By contrast, a phone call is a dialogue. In half an hour you can cover dates, fees, timings and even share a few minutes of real conversation, \u2018how was your holiday?\u2019, \u2018How\u2019s your son?&#8217;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Coming away not only with an agreement but also a sense of connection.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Speaking aloud feels so much more natural to me (but then I am an oral storyteller!). When we speak, we can hear tone and intention. We can build rapport, explore creative ideas, sense the energy of another person.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Are we really making &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;ZH-TW\&quot;&gt;progress?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;How do we bridge the gap between our deep seated human need for connection and our exciting, fast paced digital age? &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Not long ago, I phoned a theatre hoping to speak with their artistic director, someone I know a little. The person who answered asked what it was about. I explained it was an off-the-record chat about a possible production with commercial potential. \u2018They don&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;t take phone calls, can you put it in an email\u2019 came the reply, before the line went dead.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In contrast, I recently met someone from another theatre for a cuppa to discuss a project. We talked for forty productive and genuinely enjoyable minutes. We shared ideas, laughed and even discussed how differently people do business today. They admitted they once found phone calls daunting, until a stint in box office cured them. Now, they said, they too prefer dialogue to monologues.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;What if they hadn\u2019t been able to practice, if there was no box office phone? What happens next? How do we keep connections alive when we seem unable, or unwilling, to speak to one another?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I recognise that communication is changing, but I believe that our need for human connection isn&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. Our voices remain one of the most powerful tools we have.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Clear, confident communication builds trust, connection and results &#8211; whether that&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s in the boardroom, on stage, or over the phone.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I help professionals and teams communicate with impact and authenticity. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If stronger, more connected communication is on your agenda, I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d be delighted to support you. Let\u2019s start a conversation, via email\u2026. or, of course, over the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;phone&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;!&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;http:\/\/www.unicornpresentations.co.uk\/\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;www.unicornpresentations.co.uk&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;&quot;,&quot;tablet&quot;:&quot;&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The other day, I tried calling&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;theatre colleague. Somewhere along the way I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d lost their number, so I looked up the theatre&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s details - only to find there wasn&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;t a phone number listed. None for the stage door - these have been disappearing for a while now -&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;nor for the box office. No phone number at all.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I was shocked! That surprise quickly turned to curiosity, I\u2019m interested to understand the thinking behind this decision and if it\u2019s pointing to the way of the future\u2026&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;For me it speaks to a bigger question about whether or not were losing connection with each other, and what effect this might have, both in the short and longer term.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I recently spoke with a theatre producer about how younger people in our industry seem unused to speaking on the phone. She agreed and added that her own children, now young adults, feel anxious about phone calls. It reminded me of my daughter, who once dreaded calling anyone, even her grandparents. At university, she asked me to phone about her student loan. We practised together: first I made the calls while she listened, then I sat beside her as she tried. Gradually, her confidence grew. Now, she handles calls at work or to the plumber without hesitation.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Being able to speak directly with someone is an essential life skill. Are we losing the ability to speak over the phone, preferring texts, voice notes and emails? Does it matter? No doubt something else will take the place of calls, but right now we\u2019re in that betwixt and between space, figuring it out as we go.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My working life pre-dates&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;IT\&quot;&gt; computers&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;!&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The majority of my important dealings were done in person or over the phone. I still have the urge to call, to speak, to hear someone&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s voice. But fewer people seem willing to talk, and fewer offices have phones. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If I call someone I\u2019m immediately asked to email instead. I do understand, people are busy. But emails, to me, are a series of monologues. To reach a decision or make an arrangement can take days, sometimes weeks, of back-and-forth messages. By contrast, a phone call is a dialogue. In half an hour you can cover dates, fees, timings and even share a few minutes of real conversation, \u2018how was your holiday?\u2019, \u2018How\u2019s your son?&#039;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Coming away not only with an agreement but also a sense of connection.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Speaking aloud feels so much more natural to me (but then I am an oral storyteller!). When we speak, we can hear tone and intention. We can build rapport, explore creative ideas, sense the energy of another person.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Are we really making &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;ZH-TW\&quot;&gt;progress?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;How do we bridge the gap between our deep seated human need for connection and our exciting, fast paced digital age? &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Not long ago, I phoned a theatre hoping to speak with their artistic director, someone I know a little. The person who answered asked what it was about. I explained it was an off-the-record chat about a possible production with commercial potential. \u2018They don&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;t take phone calls, can you put it in an email\u2019 came the reply, before the line went dead.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In contrast, I recently met someone from another theatre for a cuppa to discuss a project. We talked for forty productive and genuinely enjoyable minutes. We shared ideas, laughed and even discussed how differently people do business today. They admitted they once found phone calls daunting, until a stint in box office cured them. Now, they said, they too prefer dialogue to monologues.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;What if they hadn\u2019t been able to practice, if there was no box office phone? What happens next? How do we keep connections alive when we seem unable, or unwilling, to speak to one another?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I recognise that communication is changing, but I believe that our need for human connection isn&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. Our voices remain one of the most powerful tools we have.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Clear, confident communication builds trust, connection and results - whether that&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s in the boardroom, on stage, or over the phone.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I help professionals and teams communicate with impact and authenticity. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If stronger, more connected communication is on your agenda, I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d be delighted to support you. Let\u2019s start a conversation, via email\u2026. or, of course, over the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;phone&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;!&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;http:\/\/www.unicornpresentations.co.uk\/\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;www.unicornpresentations.co.uk&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;&quot;}},&quot;slug&quot;:&quot;et_pb_text&quot;}" data-et-multi-view-load-tablet-hidden="true"><div>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">The other day, I tried calling</span><span> a </span><span lang="EN-US">theatre colleague. Somewhere along the way I</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">d lost their number, so I looked up the theatre</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">s details &#8211; only to find there wasn</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">t a phone number listed. None for the stage door &#8211; these have been disappearing for a while now &#8211;</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">nor for the box office. No phone number at all.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I was shocked! That surprise quickly turned to curiosity, I’m interested to understand the thinking behind this decision and if it’s pointing to the way of the future…</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">For me it speaks to a bigger question about whether or not were losing connection with each other, and what effect this might have, both in the short and longer term.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I recently spoke with a theatre producer about how younger people in our industry seem unused to speaking on the phone. She agreed and added that her own children, now young adults, feel anxious about phone calls. It reminded me of my daughter, who once dreaded calling anyone, even her grandparents. At university, she asked me to phone about her student loan. We practised together: first I made the calls while she listened, then I sat beside her as she tried. Gradually, her confidence grew. Now, she handles calls at work or to the plumber without hesitation.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Being able to speak directly with someone is an essential life skill. Are we losing the ability to speak over the phone, preferring texts, voice notes and emails? Does it matter? No doubt something else will take the place of calls, but right now we’re in that betwixt and between space, figuring it out as we go.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">My working life pre-dates</span><span lang="IT"> computers</span><span lang="EN-US">!</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">The majority of my important dealings were done in person or over the phone. I still have the urge to call, to speak, to hear someone</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">s voice. But fewer people seem willing to talk, and fewer offices have phones. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">If I call someone I’m immediately asked to email instead. I do understand, people are busy. But emails, to me, are a series of monologues. To reach a decision or make an arrangement can take days, sometimes weeks, of back-and-forth messages. By contrast, a phone call is a dialogue. In half an hour you can cover dates, fees, timings and even share a few minutes of real conversation, ‘how was your holiday?’, ‘How’s your son?&#8217;</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Coming away not only with an agreement but also a sense of connection.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Speaking aloud feels so much more natural to me (but then I am an oral storyteller!). When we speak, we can hear tone and intention. We can build rapport, explore creative ideas, sense the energy of another person.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Are we really making </span><span lang="ZH-TW">progress?</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">How do we bridge the gap between our deep seated human need for connection and our exciting, fast paced digital age? </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Not long ago, I phoned a theatre hoping to speak with their artistic director, someone I know a little. The person who answered asked what it was about. I explained it was an off-the-record chat about a possible production with commercial potential. ‘They don</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">t take phone calls, can you put it in an email’ came the reply, before the line went dead.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">In contrast, I recently met someone from another theatre for a cuppa to discuss a project. We talked for forty productive and genuinely enjoyable minutes. We shared ideas, laughed and even discussed how differently people do business today. They admitted they once found phone calls daunting, until a stint in box office cured them. Now, they said, they too prefer dialogue to monologues.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">What if they hadn’t been able to practice, if there was no box office phone? What happens next? How do we keep connections alive when we seem unable, or unwilling, to speak to one another?</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I recognise that communication is changing, but I believe that our need for human connection isn</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span>t</span><span lang="EN-US">. Our voices remain one of the most powerful tools we have.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Clear, confident communication builds trust, connection and results &#8211; whether that</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">s in the boardroom, on stage, or over the phone.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I help professionals and teams communicate with impact and authenticity. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">If stronger, more connected communication is on your agenda, I</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">d be delighted to support you. Let’s start a conversation, via email…. or, of course, over the </span><span>phone</span><span lang="EN-US">!</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner" data-et-multi-view="{&quot;schema&quot;:{&quot;content&quot;:{&quot;desktop&quot;:&quot;&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;This morning, at 1.04am, marked the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.rmg.co.uk\/stories\/topics\/what-when-autumnal-equinox\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;ES-TRAD\&quot;&gt;Autumnal equinox&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. In the days leading up to this I\u2019ve been considering how fortunate we are to have such rich and varied seasons. Each has its own magic, but I wonder if you have a favourite and, if so, which one?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;For as far back as I can remember I\u2019ve had a fascination for and love of nature; Mother Earth and Father Sky. I was thrilled to learn about oxbow lakes and volcano magma chambers, but it was studying the weather, particularly cloud formations, that captured my imagination. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As a child, growing up in Yorkshire, we regularly visited a tiny cottage high up on Kisdon Hill, part of the Pennine Way. Here we could see Brother&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;R&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ain &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;racing&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; towards&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; us, even when he was&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;several miles away. I watched&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Grandfather Sun hurling fierce pink and orange splattering across the sky before disappearing in an instant, thus rendering me unable to see the path ahead, unless Grandmother Moon showed me the way.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My mind reaches back towards my memories of Autumn\u2026. It reminds me of flying kites on the open moors, climbing trees and playing hide and seek in the woods near my grandparent\u2019s home. Kicking the leaves in the air as I walked our dog down the snicket towards the park&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My bulging pockets filled with shiny, smooth&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;horse chestnuts ready to put on&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; string&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;to play &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;NL\&quot;&gt;conkers&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; with my brother. The smell of bread toasting on our open fire or, better yet, the crackle of the garden bonfire as my dad prepared for winter, the heat of the flames dancing up against the cold night air, whilst my breath reached out in front of me. The &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;smell &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;of the fire lingering in my hair and clothes long after I\u2019d returned home to rest. Prince Autumn must be the best.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As King W&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;inter &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;took command of the world,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;eerie and ominous, the skeleton frame of the trees bent and swayed in the rain as I stared out of my bedroom window. Now the ground was too hard to dig, the flowers gone and&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;birds&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; silent&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The whizz of fireworks, splutter of sparklers making circles in the darkness, rich rush of sweetness as I bit into our homemade toffee apples on bonfire night. The anticipation of traditional \u2018Festivals of Light\u2019 celebrations from various culture. Leaving mince pies on the hearth on one special evening. As each grey,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;damp morning rolled from one to the next, miraculously, I opened my curtains to see a deep blanket of brilliant white thrown over the land. Tremendous &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;no&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;-school snowy day! Clad in duffle coats, scarves, gloves, hats and wellies, children, from different schools and different classes, trudged up the hill pulling their &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sled&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;ges or sheet of plastic after each wild and thrilling descent. Giggling, shouting, laughing, noses tingling with Jack Frost\u2019s ice. This joyful explosion of activity contrasted starkly with the dormant, seemingly dead, earth beneath. Endless Winter, full of surprises, is hard to beat.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Lady Spring tiptoed gently forwards,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;tentatively and slowly. Clearing dead branches and sweeping mulched leaves, to reveal the tiny shoots of the first snowdrops, little drops of snow, who &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;le&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d the way. A chorus of b&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;irds&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;, singing, in search for food&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; Pink and white blossom on trees which lined our roadsides, leaves&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt; unfurled&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; to reveal &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;FR\&quot;&gt;verdant, &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;lush spring green. And soon an explosion of colour and delight as a result of the unseen, steady work of the Root Children beneath the soil. The jubilation of re-birth, smell of freshly mown grass, lighter evenings, playing catch with friends in the park, oiling my bike, the rush of air against my face as my legs pump faster and faster, turning the wheels. Spring, so hopeful and kind.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Majestic, resplendent Queen S&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DA\&quot;&gt;ummer&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; who\u2019s bold and mighty if she chooses to shine forth. Endless days, homework forgotten, time to get bored, watch the world go by. As nature heated up, we calmed down. Lying on my back in Echo Hollow, in the dales, watching the fluffy, light clouds morph from one animal to another. Sand angels and castles, crazy volleyball on &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;Bamburgh&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; beach, picnics together, heat warmed my back and penetrated my soul making me brave enough to race, fearlessly, into the breath-taking&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;IT\&quot;&gt; co&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;ld North Se&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. Blue skies. No shoes as I walked through the bracken and heather, a picnic of finger food, swaying aimlessly in the hammock, my family of dolls, our large green canvas tent in the garden, more picnics, open doors and windows, the breeze blowing cobwebs away throughout the house. Dogs snoozed in the shade, sleeping out under the stars. Summer opened her arms and we responded, smiling for no reason.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I\u2019ve always loved each season as it arrives and am happy to bid it farewell when it makes way for the next.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;You can no longer stay&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Prince Autumn is on his way&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In more recent times, and certainly highlighted by the burning temperatures this summer, I\u2019m conscious that our four seasons are changing from the ones I experienced as a child. I wonder if they might be merging into two; one hot and scalding, the other wet and rainy? To a large extent my gut instinct is backed up by &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/bitesize\/articles\/z6qyhcw\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;scientific evidence&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;, and, although delighted to read that Liz Bentley, chief executive of the Royal Meteorological Society, believes we\u2019ll continue to enjoy four seasons I, like many millions of others, am mortified and terrified about our growing climate change crisis.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The statistics, facts and figures often render me speechless and feeble. As a storyteller being speechless is not at all useful! &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In schools, libraries and at home, as I listen to children voice their fears and panic about climate change, I\u2019m struck by how much worse it is for them. The messaging that \u2018the next generation will save the planet\u2019 must weigh heavily on tiny shoulders and be an almost impossible burden for little children. There\u2019s little wonder that we\u2019re witnessing an increasing number of teenagers suffering from &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.healthychildren.org\/English\/health-issues\/conditions\/emotional-problems\/Pages\/Anxiety-Disorders.aspx\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;anxiety disorders&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I believe it&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s our responsibility, as the adults, to protect young children (particularly under 6 years) against these worries when they&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;re powerless to make significant &lt;\/span&gt;change. &lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Young children learn about the world through imitation, so we can &#8211; and should &#8211; lead by our own living example in areas such as recycling; up-cycling; making informed decisions about our carbon footprint. In the main, it\u2019s what we do, not what we say, which has the biggest impact on children of this age, with the notable exception of &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/teach\/why-is-storytelling-important-to-children\/zvqcnrd\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;stories and storytelling&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;which, we know from numerous studies, has a profound and lasting effect on young minds.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As a storyteller, nature and the natural world are at the heart of my work. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;\u2019m committed to serving&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;families, educators, librarians as they raise young people. I\u2019m passionate about inspiring these children to connect deeply with their playfellows, be that the rocks, trees or plants, their animal brothers and sisters or the weather b&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;eings&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. I do this through the magic of song, rhyme, games, movement and story. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If we first embed a love of&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;and respect for Mother Earth it follows that they have a much higher chance of wanting to champion, fight for and protect her, when they are of age.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;So I urge you to consider sharing hopeful and uplifting stories of the earth, sea, sky, plants, animals and weather when your children are little. Tell stories about the seasons in each season and watch as their love for our planet blossoms and grows naturally and organically. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Then you can ask them the question I often ask myself, \u2018What\u2019s your favourite season?\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If you\u2019d would like to hear a story or learn how to tell a tale please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/danyahmillerstoryteller.co.uk\/sign-up\/\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;click here&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/strong&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;to sign up to my monthly newsletter.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My next online Storytelling Masterclass is on 2nd February (11am &#8211; 12.15pm).&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;h3 class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.eventbrite.co.uk\/e\/storytelling-masterclass-with-danyah-miller-tickets-490424832877\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Click here for more information and to book&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/strong&gt;&lt;\/h3&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;&quot;,&quot;tablet&quot;:&quot;&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;This morning, at 1.04am, marked the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.rmg.co.uk\/stories\/topics\/what-when-autumnal-equinox\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;ES-TRAD\&quot;&gt;Autumnal equinox&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. In the days leading up to this I\u2019ve been considering how fortunate we are to have such rich and varied seasons. Each has its own magic, but I wonder if you have a favourite and, if so, which one?&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;For as far back as I can remember I\u2019ve had a fascination for and love of nature; Mother Earth and Father Sky. I was thrilled to learn about oxbow lakes and volcano magma chambers, but it was studying the weather, particularly cloud formations, that captured my imagination. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As a child, growing up in Yorkshire, we regularly visited a tiny cottage high up on Kisdon Hill, part of the Pennine Way. Here we could see Brother&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;R&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ain &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;racing&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; towards&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; us, even when he was&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;several miles away. I watched&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Grandfather Sun hurling fierce pink and orange splattering across the sky before disappearing in an instant, thus rendering me unable to see the path ahead, unless Grandmother Moon showed me the way.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My mind reaches back towards my memories of Autumn\u2026. It reminds me of flying kites on the open moors, climbing trees and playing hide and seek in the woods near my grandparent\u2019s home. Kicking the leaves in the air as I walked our dog down the snicket towards the park&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My bulging pockets filled with shiny, smooth&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;horse chestnuts ready to put on&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; string&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;to play &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;NL\&quot;&gt;conkers&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; with my brother. The smell of bread toasting on our open fire or, better yet, the crackle of the garden bonfire as my dad prepared for winter, the heat of the flames dancing up against the cold night air, whilst my breath reached out in front of me. The &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;smell &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;of the fire lingering in my hair and clothes long after I\u2019d returned home to rest. Prince Autumn must be the best.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As King W&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;inter &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;took command of the world,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;eerie and ominous, the skeleton frame of the trees bent and swayed in the rain as I stared out of my bedroom window. Now the ground was too hard to dig, the flowers gone and&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;the &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;birds&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; silent&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The whizz of fireworks, splutter of sparklers making circles in the darkness, rich rush of sweetness as I bit into our homemade toffee apples on bonfire night. The anticipation of traditional \u2018Festivals of Light\u2019 celebrations from various culture. Leaving mince pies on the hearth on one special evening. As each grey,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;damp morning rolled from one to the next, miraculously, I opened my curtains to see a deep blanket of brilliant white thrown over the land. Tremendous &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;no&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;-school snowy day! Clad in duffle coats, scarves, gloves, hats and wellies, children, from different schools and different classes, trudged up the hill pulling their &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sled&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;ges or sheet of plastic after each wild and thrilling descent. Giggling, shouting, laughing, noses tingling with Jack Frost\u2019s ice. This joyful explosion of activity contrasted starkly with the dormant, seemingly dead, earth beneath. Endless Winter, full of surprises, is hard to beat.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Lady Spring tiptoed gently forwards,&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;tentatively and slowly. Clearing dead branches and sweeping mulched leaves, to reveal the tiny shoots of the first snowdrops, little drops of snow, who &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;le&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;d the way. A chorus of b&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;irds&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;, singing, in search for food&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; Pink and white blossom on trees which lined our roadsides, leaves&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt; unfurled&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; to reveal &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;FR\&quot;&gt;verdant, &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;lush spring green. And soon an explosion of colour and delight as a result of the unseen, steady work of the Root Children beneath the soil. The jubilation of re-birth, smell of freshly mown grass, lighter evenings, playing catch with friends in the park, oiling my bike, the rush of air against my face as my legs pump faster and faster, turning the wheels. Spring, so hopeful and kind.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Majestic, resplendent Queen S&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DA\&quot;&gt;ummer&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; who\u2019s bold and mighty if she chooses to shine forth. Endless days, homework forgotten, time to get bored, watch the world go by. As nature heated up, we calmed down. Lying on my back in Echo Hollow, in the dales, watching the fluffy, light clouds morph from one animal to another. Sand angels and castles, crazy volleyball on &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;Bamburgh&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; beach, picnics together, heat warmed my back and penetrated my soul making me brave enough to race, fearlessly, into the breath-taking&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;IT\&quot;&gt; co&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;ld North Se&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. Blue skies. No shoes as I walked through the bracken and heather, a picnic of finger food, swaying aimlessly in the hammock, my family of dolls, our large green canvas tent in the garden, more picnics, open doors and windows, the breeze blowing cobwebs away throughout the house. Dogs snoozed in the shade, sleeping out under the stars. Summer opened her arms and we responded, smiling for no reason.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I\u2019ve always loved each season as it arrives and am happy to bid it farewell when it makes way for the next.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;You can no longer stay&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Prince Autumn is on his way&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Queen Summer goodbye&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In more recent times, and certainly highlighted by the burning temperatures this summer, I\u2019m conscious that our four seasons are changing from the ones I experienced as a child. I wonder if they might be merging into two; one hot and scalding, the other wet and rainy? To a large extent my gut instinct is backed up by &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/bitesize\/articles\/z6qyhcw\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;scientific evidence&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;, and, although delighted to read that Liz Bentley, chief executive of the Royal Meteorological Society, believes we\u2019ll continue to enjoy four seasons I, like many millions of others, am mortified and terrified about our growing climate change crisis.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;The statistics, facts and figures often render me speechless and feeble. As a storyteller being speechless is not at all useful! &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;In schools, libraries and at home, as I listen to children voice their fears and panic about climate change, I\u2019m struck by how much worse it is for them. The messaging that \u2018the next generation will save the planet\u2019 must weigh heavily on tiny shoulders and be an almost impossible burden for little children. There\u2019s little wonder that we\u2019re witnessing an increasing number of teenagers suffering from &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.healthychildren.org\/English\/health-issues\/conditions\/emotional-problems\/Pages\/Anxiety-Disorders.aspx\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;anxiety disorders&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;I believe it&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;s our responsibility, as the adults, to protect young children (particularly under 6 years) against these worries when they&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;AR-SA\&quot; dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span dir=\&quot;RTL\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;re powerless to make significant &lt;\/span&gt;change. &lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Young children learn about the world through imitation, so we can - and should - lead by our own living example in areas such as recycling; up-cycling; making informed decisions about our carbon footprint. In the main, it\u2019s what we do, not what we say, which has the biggest impact on children of this age, with the notable exception of &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span class=\&quot;Hyperlink0\&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/teach\/why-is-storytelling-important-to-children\/zvqcnrd\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;stories and storytelling&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;which, we know from numerous studies, has a profound and lasting effect on young minds.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;As a storyteller, nature and the natural world are at the heart of my work. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;\u2019m committed to serving&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;families, educators, librarians as they raise young people. I\u2019m passionate about inspiring these children to connect deeply with their playfellows, be that the rocks, trees or plants, their animal brothers and sisters or the weather b&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;DE\&quot;&gt;eings&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;. I do this through the magic of song, rhyme, games, movement and story. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If we first embed a love of&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;and respect for Mother Earth it follows that they have a much higher chance of wanting to champion, fight for and protect her, when they are of age.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;So I urge you to consider sharing hopeful and uplifting stories of the earth, sea, sky, plants, animals and weather when your children are little. Tell stories about the seasons in each season and watch as their love for our planet blossoms and grows naturally and organically. &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Then you can ask them the question I often ask myself, \u2018What\u2019s your favourite season?\u2019&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;If you\u2019d would like to hear a story or learn how to tell a tale please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/danyahmillerstoryteller.co.uk\/sign-up\/\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;click here&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/strong&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;to sign up to my monthly newsletter.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;My next online Storytelling Masterclass is on 2nd February (11am - 12.15pm).&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;h3 class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=\&quot;https:\/\/www.eventbrite.co.uk\/e\/storytelling-masterclass-with-danyah-miller-tickets-490424832877\&quot; target=\&quot;_blank\&quot; rel=\&quot;noopener\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;Click here for more information and to book&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;&lt;\/strong&gt;&lt;\/h3&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n&lt;\/div&gt;&quot;}},&quot;slug&quot;:&quot;et_pb_text&quot;}" data-et-multi-view-load-tablet-hidden="true"><p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">This morning, at 1.04am, marked the </span><span class="Hyperlink0"><a href="https://www.rmg.co.uk/stories/topics/what-when-autumnal-equinox" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span lang="ES-TRAD">Autumnal equinox</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US">. In the days leading up to this I’ve been considering how fortunate we are to have such rich and varied seasons. Each has its own magic, but I wonder if you have a favourite and, if so, which one?</span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">For as far back as I can remember I’ve had a fascination for and love of nature; Mother Earth and Father Sky. I was thrilled to learn about oxbow lakes and volcano magma chambers, but it was studying the weather, particularly cloud formations, that captured my imagination. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">As a child, growing up in Yorkshire, we regularly visited a tiny cottage high up on Kisdon Hill, part of the Pennine Way. Here we could see Brother</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">R</span><span>ain </span><span lang="EN-US">racing</span><span> towards</span><span lang="EN-US"> us, even when he was</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">several miles away. I watched</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Grandfather Sun hurling fierce pink and orange splattering across the sky before disappearing in an instant, thus rendering me unable to see the path ahead, unless Grandmother Moon showed me the way.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">My mind reaches back towards my memories of Autumn…. It reminds me of flying kites on the open moors, climbing trees and playing hide and seek in the woods near my grandparent’s home. Kicking the leaves in the air as I walked our dog down the snicket towards the park</span><span>. </span><span lang="EN-US">My bulging pockets filled with shiny, smooth</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">horse chestnuts ready to put on</span><span> string</span><span lang="EN-US">s</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to play </span><span lang="NL">conkers</span><span lang="EN-US"> with my brother. The smell of bread toasting on our open fire or, better yet, the crackle of the garden bonfire as my dad prepared for winter, the heat of the flames dancing up against the cold night air, whilst my breath reached out in front of me. The </span><span>smell </span><span lang="EN-US">of the fire lingering in my hair and clothes long after I’d returned home to rest. Prince Autumn must be the best.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">As King W</span><span lang="DE">inter </span><span lang="EN-US">took command of the world,</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">eerie and ominous, the skeleton frame of the trees bent and swayed in the rain as I stared out of my bedroom window. Now the ground was too hard to dig, the flowers gone and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the </span><span>birds</span><span lang="EN-US"> silent</span><span>. </span><span lang="EN-US">The whizz of fireworks, splutter of sparklers making circles in the darkness, rich rush of sweetness as I bit into our homemade toffee apples on bonfire night. The anticipation of traditional ‘Festivals of Light’ celebrations from various culture. Leaving mince pies on the hearth on one special evening. As each grey,</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">damp morning rolled from one to the next, miraculously, I opened my curtains to see a deep blanket of brilliant white thrown over the land. Tremendous </span><span>no</span><span lang="EN-US">-school snowy day! Clad in duffle coats, scarves, gloves, hats and wellies, children, from different schools and different classes, trudged up the hill pulling their </span><span>sled</span><span lang="EN-US">ges or sheet of plastic after each wild and thrilling descent. Giggling, shouting, laughing, noses tingling with Jack Frost’s ice. This joyful explosion of activity contrasted starkly with the dormant, seemingly dead, earth beneath. Endless Winter, full of surprises, is hard to beat.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Lady Spring tiptoed gently forwards,</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">tentatively and slowly. Clearing dead branches and sweeping mulched leaves, to reveal the tiny shoots of the first snowdrops, little drops of snow, who </span><span>le</span><span lang="EN-US">d the way. A chorus of b</span><span lang="DE">irds</span><span lang="EN-US">, singing, in search for food</span><span>.</span><span lang="EN-US"> Pink and white blossom on trees which lined our roadsides, leaves</span><span lang="DE"> unfurled</span><span lang="EN-US"> to reveal </span><span lang="FR">verdant, </span><span lang="EN-US">lush spring green. And soon an explosion of colour and delight as a result of the unseen, steady work of the Root Children beneath the soil. The jubilation of re-birth, smell of freshly mown grass, lighter evenings, playing catch with friends in the park, oiling my bike, the rush of air against my face as my legs pump faster and faster, turning the wheels. Spring, so hopeful and kind.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Majestic, resplendent Queen S</span><span lang="DA">ummer</span><span lang="EN-US"> who’s bold and mighty if she chooses to shine forth. Endless days, homework forgotten, time to get bored, watch the world go by. As nature heated up, we calmed down. Lying on my back in Echo Hollow, in the dales, watching the fluffy, light clouds morph from one animal to another. Sand angels and castles, crazy volleyball on </span><span lang="DE">Bamburgh</span><span lang="EN-US"> beach, picnics together, heat warmed my back and penetrated my soul making me brave enough to race, fearlessly, into the breath-taking</span><span lang="IT"> co</span><span lang="EN-US">ld North Se</span><span>a</span><span lang="EN-US">. Blue skies. No shoes as I walked through the bracken and heather, a picnic of finger food, swaying aimlessly in the hammock, my family of dolls, our large green canvas tent in the garden, more picnics, open doors and windows, the breeze blowing cobwebs away throughout the house. Dogs snoozed in the shade, sleeping out under the stars. Summer opened her arms and we responded, smiling for no reason.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I’ve always loved each season as it arrives and am happy to bid it farewell when it makes way for the next.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">In more recent times, and certainly highlighted by the burning temperatures this summer, I’m conscious that our four seasons are changing from the ones I experienced as a child. I wonder if they might be merging into two; one hot and scalding, the other wet and rainy? To a large extent my gut instinct is backed up by </span><span class="Hyperlink0"><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/articles/z6qyhcw" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span lang="EN-US">scientific evidence</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US">, and, although delighted to read that Liz Bentley, chief executive of the Royal Meteorological Society, believes we’ll continue to enjoy four seasons I, like many millions of others, am mortified and terrified about our growing climate change crisis.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">The statistics, facts and figures often render me speechless and feeble. As a storyteller being speechless is not at all useful! </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">In schools, libraries and at home, as I listen to children voice their fears and panic about climate change, I’m struck by how much worse it is for them. The messaging that ‘the next generation will save the planet’ must weigh heavily on tiny shoulders and be an almost impossible burden for little children. There’s little wonder that we’re witnessing an increasing number of teenagers suffering from </span><span class="Hyperlink0"><a href="https://www.healthychildren.org/English/health-issues/conditions/emotional-problems/Pages/Anxiety-Disorders.aspx" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span lang="EN-US">anxiety disorders</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US">. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I believe it</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">s our responsibility, as the adults, to protect young children (particularly under 6 years) against these worries when they</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">re powerless to make significant </span>change. <span lang="EN-US">Young children learn about the world through imitation, so we can &#8211; and should &#8211; lead by our own living example in areas such as recycling; up-cycling; making informed decisions about our carbon footprint. In the main, it’s what we do, not what we say, which has the biggest impact on children of this age, with the notable exception of </span><span class="Hyperlink0"><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/teach/why-is-storytelling-important-to-children/zvqcnrd" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><span lang="EN-US">stories and storytelling</span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US">which, we know from numerous studies, has a profound and lasting effect on young minds.</span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">As a storyteller, nature and the natural world are at the heart of my work. </span><span>I</span><span lang="EN-US">’m committed to serving</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">families, educators, librarians as they raise young people. I’m passionate about inspiring these children to connect deeply with their playfellows, be that the rocks, trees or plants, their animal brothers and sisters or the weather b</span><span lang="DE">eings</span><span lang="EN-US">. I do this through the magic of song, rhyme, games, movement and story. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">If we first embed a love of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">and respect for Mother Earth it follows that they have a much higher chance of wanting to champion, fight for and protect her, when they are of age.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">So I urge you to consider sharing hopeful and uplifting stories of the earth, sea, sky, plants, animals and weather when your children are little. Tell stories about the seasons in each season and watch as their love for our planet blossoms and grows naturally and organically. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Then you can ask them the question I often ask myself, ‘What’s your favourite season?’</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Secretly Mrs T wished to be a storyteller and a comedian (shhh don</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">t tell anyone). Whenever the woodland folk brought her their dirty washing she made them laugh so much they didn’t want to leave. As she splashed and scrubbed and rinsed and squeezed, their clothes would be bright clean and smelling of fresh daisies and she would tell her tales</span><span lang="RU">!</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Mrs T was kind, helpful and incredibly forgetful. She lost the odd sock or three, tied her shoe laces together and turned jumpers inside out and backside front. She lost her spectacles more often than she found them and most annoyingly she lost her washing powder scoop. Whenever she’d used it and popped it down, in a twinkling of her green eyes, it disappeared</span><span lang="RU">!</span><span lang="EN-US"> Mrs T was very pleased with herself when she painted one of her </span><span lang="NL">scoo</span><span lang="EN-US">ps yellow in an attempt to keep it safe. Can you imagine chaos and commotion when this too disappeared!</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">She had just squeezed a pair of Mrs Dragonfly’s wings, when she absentmindedly put down the scoop and couldn’t find it.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Mrs T threw in the towel. She lay down her apron and let out the plug. The water, unaware of the gravity of the situation, gurgled away. Mrs T’s friends gathered round; spider on the sly, rat in the sack, fox in the box, fly in the pie, rabbit in the headlights and many more besides. They quietly as they watched her green eyes close.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Mrs T no longer told stories or jokes, she no longer splashed and scrubbed and rinsed and squeezed, she sat on her bench and didn’t stir, for weeks and weeks. Cobwebs were so dirty they could no longer catch flies; flies wings so dusty that they could no longer flee; flee’s feet were so muddy she couldn’t even bite. Everything was out of order.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">What a to-do! An enormous search party set off to find a new </span><span lang="NL">scoop</span><span lang="EN-US"> but no one had bright enough eyes to find one. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">One full moon later, when the socks were walking to the wash tub themselves, there was a rat-a-tat-tat at the door. Before Mrs T could move the door swung open and there stood Mrs T&#8217;s neighbour, Hazel Broom, her pockets stuffed full of treasures as always.</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="EN-US">&#8220;What’s all this</span><span lang="ZH-TW">?&#8221;</span><span lang="EN-US"> asked Hazel Broom</span><span lang="NL"> in h</span><span lang="EN-US">er no nonsense sort of a way. &#8220;</span><span lang="EN-US">You’re always loosing things, what difference does one little scoop make?&#8221;</span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="EN-US">&#8220;It was a scoop too far&#8221; said Mrs T quietly.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="EN-US">&#8220;I’ve brought you a present&#8221; said Hazel Broom after a moment. She bent down and pulled a white piece of elastic from her stripy</span><span lang="IT"> sock</span><span lang="EN-US">, as it fell down. She rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a red ping pong ball with a</span><span lang="FR"> dent </span><span lang="EN-US">in one side.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="EN-US">&#8220;Here&#8221; she said, &#8220;</span><span lang="EN-US">This’ll do the trick.&#8221;</span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Hazel Broom cut away a section of the ball and turned it into a scoop. With a pine needle from her pocket she made two tiny holes on either side before threading the elastic through, tying it off tightly. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="EN-US">&#8220;Now, you don</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">t ever have to take the scoop off from around you neck.&#8221;</span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Mrs T jumped for joy. She splashed and scrubbed and rinsed and squeezed three piles of clothes before lunchtime, although she did loose her glasses, mix up socks, and hang pigeon</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">s beak on the line. All was perfect in her world.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Mrs T told more stories and jokes than ever before.<span>  </span>A few days later as great crowds gathered to collect their washing, Mrs T spun round quickly to speak to them. As the scoop sprang back towards her neck, it landed instead on her nose. Everyone roared with laughter.<span>  </span>Mrs T chuckled, leaving the scoop where it was. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">Do you know, if I’m not very much mistaken, that from that day to this, if you go to the foot of that mountain you’ll find Mrs Twinkle making up stories and jokes surrounded by the woodland folk. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Default"><span lang="EN-US">So that’s where red noses came from! They didn’t start as red noses, but as washing powder scoops! (But shhhh don</span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span lang="AR-SA" dir="RTL"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>’</span><span lang="EN-US">t tell anyone!)</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p><strong>I am delighted to introduce our new &#8216;In Conversation&#8217; series, which we have created specially for our adult audiences to enjoy alongside <a href="https://www.thesecretgardenexperience.co.uk" target="_blank" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://wizardpresents.us2.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D5a734531eef96503ec619a891%26id%3D3d28252dd2%26e%3D77a57a7cc7&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1624093754012000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEh-OD8gp4f2y0rwqsQ_IzSmfK7Yw" rel="noopener noreferrer">The Secret Garden Experience</a>.</strong></p>
<p><span>In this new, online series I feel very privileged to be meeting with a wonderful range of expert guests to discuss the topics raised by Frances Hodgson Burnett in her classic and enduring tale. In each conversation we’ll delve deeper into the key themes of the story; Environment; Emotional Well-Being; Education and Empire. I feel that there&#8217;s so much that is as relevant now as it was when the novel was first written over 100 years ago…</span></p>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p><span>Clinical Director of Cruse Bereavement Charity, Andy Langford, and Programme Manager, Reading &amp; Health at The Reading Agency, Annie Robinson, join Danyah to discuss the themes of Life &amp; Death in The Secret Garden and their particular relevance in our post-pandemic society.</span></p>
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<p>These little folk help to make the world a shinier, more beautiful place. The Meadow Fairies paint the colours into the flowers and polish the ears of corn, the Woodland Elves wax the mushrooms. Earth Pixies shine the gems in the Goblin Mines. The Sprites of the sea make the shells sparkle. Tree Fairies sing to bring out the blossom in the springtime.</p>
<p>Fairies, elves, sprites and pixies sprinkle their magic dust, wherever they go and whatever they’re doing.</p>
<p>When their work’s done at the end of the day they gather together around the fire for their evening feast, to dance and sing until Queen May and Grandfather Sun let them know it’s time for bed.</p>
<p>Many, many moons ago there was a little Woodland Fairy called Tatiana &#8211; her friends called her Tatti, &#8211; who cleaned and swept the nooks and crannies of their home. She was playful and cheeky, she sang as she worked and worked as she sang.</p>
<p>Tatti loved listening to the birds singing about their adventures. She was so curious about the stories that one day she told her family and friends, whom she loved very much, that she was setting off on her own adventure to see for herself!</p>
<p>She flew up and away from Dingle Dell for the very first time.</p>
<p>Tatti flew with the birds. Blackbird sang about the meadows, Sparrow twittered about the<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>the fields, robin told her about a secret garden and Woodpecker told her about the forests. Tatti wanted to visit them all, but when Seagull spoke to her of the sea that excited her the most!</p>
<p>Everywhere she went she was welcomed by her fairy cousins.</p>
<p>They gifted her tiny presents, a tiny petal; a gem stone, an ear of corn, a blueberry, a wonders of the world herself that she said goodbye to her of gold. Tatti stayed a while, thanked them all then continued towards the sea.</p>
<p>One particularly chilly day she flew and flew to keep warm, until she too tired to go on. Seagull ket her rest on his back until he brought her down into a large garden. Tatti could taste sea salt on her lips.</p>
<p>In the house a mother was baking cakes in the kitchen, the smell was delicious. Tatti flew in through a crack in the door and sat quietly on the table watching.</p>
<p>She heard a tinkling bell and looking up saw a little girl, in a white and blue dress, covered in flowers&#8230; The woman gave the little girl a kiss help her hand as they climbed the stairs</p>
<p>It was Poppy’s bedtime. Tatti followed.</p>
<p>One of Poppy’s baby teeth had fallen out and she’d hidden it under her pillow for safe keeping. Mummy tucked Poppy in bed until Poppy’s eyes closed.</p>
<p>Sleep Babushka Sleep<br /> Drift off into the deep<br /> Your dreams will hold you through the night<br /> And guide you back to the morning light<br /> Sleep Babushka Sleep</p>
<p>Mummy tiptoed out of the room Poppy sat up in bed and reached for her tooth.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>Little Tooth are you going to stay?<br /> Little Tooth are you going away?<br /> Where do you go to? What do you do?<br /> Oh how I wish, how I wish I knew<br /> Poppy put the tooth back under her pillow and fell fast asleep.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>Tatti sprinkled fairy dust all over Poppy, her bed, pillow and on the tooth too. Poppy smiled in her sleep as she saw the fairy in her dreams.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>Very gently Tatti took the tooth and carefully replaced it with a shining circle of silver, given to her by the Fairy Clan of the mines. When Poppy woke in the morning she’d know that her wish had come true.</p>
<p>Tatti flew in the darkness towards the beach and the sea.</p>
<p><i>‘Grandmother Moon, Grandmother Moon’</i> called Tatti in a whisper <i>‘Please take this special tooth and look after it for Poppy’</i>.</p>
<p>Tatti floated the tooth across the sea.</p>
<p>Grandmother Moon had been hiding but when she heard Tatti she scooped up the tiny tooth and placed it in the night sky. It began to twinkle and shine and light the darkness. Grandmother Moon was so delighted she asked Tatiana to find other similar tiny teeth to join this one.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>And that my darling is how Tatiana became the very vey first tooth fairy, all those moon times ago.</p>
<p>And if you happen to look up into the night sky, when you’re cleaning your teeth, maybe you’ll see all those baby teeth safe and shining and twinkling.</p></div>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner" data-et-multi-view="{&quot;schema&quot;:{&quot;content&quot;:{&quot;desktop&quot;:&quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&#8216;Try not to become a person of Success. But rather try to become a person of value.&#8217;&lt;\/em&gt;\u00a0Albert Einstein&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Here\u2019s a simple and joyful game that I\u2019m currently enjoying playing in a variety of ways; on my own; with my mum and with a friend\u2026 I\u2019m sharing it with you so that you can play too, if it inspires you.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For 26 days, each morning as you wake, think of a positive adjective to describe YOU, beginning with A on the first day and moving through the alphabet on consecutive days until you reach Z.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;It\u2019s also an accumulation game so rather than only saying one adjective for the day try to remember each of the adjectives from the previous days too\u2026.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For example on day 5 you might repeat back to yourself:&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;I am an Adventurer&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;I am Bountiful&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;I am Creative&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;I am Daring&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;before then adding a new word for that day:&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &lt;\/span&gt;And I am Enthusiastic&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You could also play this game with others &#8211;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;\u00a0your siblings, parents, children, friends, colleagues.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This time you offer them an adjective which you think best describes THEM and they do the same in return. You could text it to them, speak it over the phone, share the word immediately before bedtime or when you wake, play as a whole class in school. You could do this in different ways for example one day at a time; 3 words each day; take it in turns if there are lots of you!&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Challenge yourself to remember the words that the other person has offered to you, repeating them all to yourself each day (you could write them down until you begin to remember them!)&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This is how I\u2019ve been playing the game with my mum.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the first morning I text 3 adjectives to describe my mum (she does likewise for\u00a0me). It\u2019s lovely to read the adjectives we\u2019ve been\u00a0sent. I speak them out loud to myself and again just before bedtime. I\u2019m encouraging my mum to do likewise. The following day we both send the next 3 adjectives. I read the first 3 words followed by the new three\u2026. by the end of 9 days I\u2019m reading out 26 inspiring\u00a0adjectives that she\u2019s sent to me and vice versa. It\u2019s been a wonderful way to share our love for and appreciation of each other.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This game can offer us many benefits including building a sense of our own value, appreciating and being grateful for others, strengthening our memory, increasing our language capacity and creating a sense of joy.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;I wonder if you could think of enough adjectives to play this game for a whole year?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Let me know if you come up with other ways to play and share this game\u2026 how much fun can we create?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;&quot;,&quot;tablet&quot;:&quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&#039;Try not to become a person of Success. But rather try to become a person of value.&#039;&lt;\/em&gt; Albert Einstein&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Here\u2019s a simple and joyful game that I\u2019m currently enjoying playing in a variety of ways; on my own; with my mum and with a friend\u2026 I\u2019m sharing it with you so that you can play too, if it inspires you.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For 26 days, each morning as you wake, think of a positive adjective to describe YOU, beginning with A on the first day and moving through the alphabet on consecutive days until you reach Z.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;It\u2019s also an accumulation game so rather than only saying one adjective for the day try to remember each of the adjectives from the previous days too\u2026.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For example on day 5 you might repeat back to yourself:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;I am an Adventurer&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;I am Bountiful&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;I am Creative&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;I am Daring&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;before then adding a new word for that day:&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;And I am Enthusiastic&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You could also play this game with others -&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; your siblings, parents, children, friends, colleagues.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This time you offer them an adjective which you think best describes THEM and they do the same in return. You could text it to them, speak it over the phone, share the word immediately before bedtime or when you wake, play as a whole class in school. You could do this in different ways for example one day at a time; 3 words each day; take it in turns if there are lots of you!&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Challenge yourself to remember the words that the other person has offered to you, repeating them all to yourself each day (you could write them down until you begin to remember them!)&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This is how I\u2019ve been playing the game with my mum.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the first morning I text 3 adjectives to describe my mum (she does likewise for me). It\u2019s lovely to read the adjectives we\u2019ve been sent. I speak them out loud to myself and again just before bedtime. I\u2019m encouraging my mum to do likewise. The following day we both send the next 3 adjectives. I read the first 3 words followed by the new three\u2026. by the end of 9 days I\u2019m reading out 26 inspiring adjectives that she\u2019s sent to me and vice versa. It\u2019s been a wonderful way to share our love for and appreciation of each other.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This game can offer us many benefits including building a sense of our own value, appreciating and being grateful for others, strengthening our memory, increasing our language capacity and creating a sense of joy.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;I wonder if you could think of enough adjectives to play this game for a whole year?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Let me know if you come up with other ways to play and share this game\u2026 how much fun can we create?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;&quot;,&quot;phone&quot;:&quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&#039;Try not to become a person of Success. But rather try to become a person of value.&#039;&lt;\/em&gt; Albert Einstein&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Here\u2019s a simple and joyful game that I\u2019m currently enjoying playing in a variety of ways; on my own; with my mum and with a friend\u2026 I\u2019m sharing it with you so that you can play too, if it inspires you.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For 26 days, each morning as you wake, think of a positive adjective to describe YOU, beginning with A on the first day and moving through the alphabet on consecutive days until you reach Z.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;It\u2019s also an accumulation game so rather than only saying one adjective for the day try to remember each of the adjectives from the previous days too\u2026.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;For example on day 5 you might repeat back to yourself:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p style=\&quot;text-align: left;\&quot;&gt;I am an Adventurer&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p style=\&quot;text-align: left;\&quot;&gt;I am Bountiful&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p style=\&quot;text-align: left;\&quot;&gt;I am Creative&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p style=\&quot;text-align: left;\&quot;&gt;I am Daring&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;before then adding a new word for that day:&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;And I am Enthusiastic&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You could also play this game with others -&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; your siblings, parents, children, friends, colleagues.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This time you offer them an adjective which you think best describes THEM and they do the same in return. You could text it to them, speak it over the phone, share the word immediately before bedtime or when you wake, play as a whole class in school. You could do this in different ways for example one day at a time; 3 words each day; take it in turns if there are lots of you!&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Challenge yourself to remember the words that the other person has offered to you, repeating them all to yourself each day (you could write them down until you begin to remember them!)&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This is how I\u2019ve been playing the game with my mum.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the first morning I text 3 adjectives to describe my mum (she does likewise for me). It\u2019s lovely to read the adjectives we\u2019ve been sent. I speak them out loud to myself and again just before bedtime. I\u2019m encouraging my mum to do likewise. The following day we both send the next 3 adjectives. I read the first 3 words followed by the new three\u2026. by the end of 9 days I\u2019m reading out 26 inspiring adjectives that she\u2019s sent to me and vice versa. It\u2019s been a wonderful way to share our love for and appreciation of each other.&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;This game can offer us many benefits including building a sense of our own value, appreciating and being grateful for others, strengthening our memory, increasing our language capacity and creating a sense of joy.&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;I wonder if you could think of enough adjectives to play this game for a whole year?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Let me know if you come up with other ways to play and share this game\u2026 how much fun can we create?&lt;\/p&gt;\n&lt;p class=\&quot;Body\&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=\&quot;EN-US\&quot;&gt;&lt;\/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;\/o:p&gt;&lt;\/p&gt;&quot;}},&quot;slug&quot;:&quot;et_pb_text&quot;}" data-et-multi-view-load-tablet-hidden="true" data-et-multi-view-load-phone-hidden="true"><p><em>&#8216;Try not to become a person of Success. But rather try to become a person of value.&#8217;</em> Albert Einstein</p>
<p>Here’s a simple and joyful game that I’m currently enjoying playing in a variety of ways; on my own; with my mum and with a friend… I’m sharing it with you so that you can play too, if it inspires you.</p>
<p>For 26 days, each morning as you wake, think of a positive adjective to describe YOU, beginning with A on the first day and moving through the alphabet on consecutive days until you reach Z.</p>
<p>It’s also an accumulation game so rather than only saying one adjective for the day try to remember each of the adjectives from the previous days too….</p>
<p>For example on day 5 you might repeat back to yourself:<span>       </span><span>           </span><span> </span></p>
<p><span>                                    </span>I am an Adventurer</p>
<p><span>                                    </span>I am Bountiful</p>
<p><span>                                    </span>I am Creative</p>
<p><span>                                    </span>I am Daring</p>
<p>before then adding a new word for that day:<br /><span>                                    </span>And I am Enthusiastic</p>
<p><span>You could also play this game with others &#8211;</span><span> your siblings, parents, children, friends, colleagues.</span></p>
<p>This time you offer them an adjective which you think best describes THEM and they do the same in return. You could text it to them, speak it over the phone, share the word immediately before bedtime or when you wake, play as a whole class in school. You could do this in different ways for example one day at a time; 3 words each day; take it in turns if there are lots of you!</p>
<p>Challenge yourself to remember the words that the other person has offered to you, repeating them all to yourself each day (you could write them down until you begin to remember them!)</p>
<p>This is how I’ve been playing the game with my mum.</p>
<p><span>On the first morning I text 3 adjectives to describe my mum (she does likewise for me). It’s lovely to read the adjectives we’ve been sent. I speak them out loud to myself and again just before bedtime. I’m encouraging my mum to do likewise. The following day we both send the next 3 adjectives. I read the first 3 words followed by the new three…. by the end of 9 days I’m reading out 26 inspiring adjectives that she’s sent to me and vice versa. It’s been a wonderful way to share our love for and appreciation of each other.</span></p>
<p>This game can offer us many benefits including building a sense of our own value, appreciating and being grateful for others, strengthening our memory, increasing our language capacity and creating a sense of joy.</p>
<p>I wonder if you could think of enough adjectives to play this game for a whole year?</p>
<p>Let me know if you come up with other ways to play and share this game… how much fun can we create?</p>
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<p>Storytelling is one of the most ancient of art forms and a unique form of human expression. Children and teenagers who grow up with stories develop a wealth of knowledge, skills and resources which are available to them throughout their lives.</p>
<p>In a world of passive media, stories and storytelling activities play an important role in strengthening our imaginations and offering an antidote to the stresses of our world. Stories have been shared in every culture as a means of entertainment, education and cultural preservation, for thousands of years.</p>
<p>What I seek to achieve with storytelling is not a short term quick-fix, but a powerful tool which will encourage the pursuit of lifelong literacy and learning. Storytelling underpins literacy, improving skills in reading and writing, but more than this, stories can motivate children to connect with their learning across the curriculum and be used in all subjects. Stories offer adults an opportunity to look at themselves and world around them in new and challenging ways, perhaps encouraging them to reframe their own story.</p>
<p>At the end of a creative learning project in which I was involved one of the teachers wrote about their experience. <span>‘</span><i>I have learned that I can tell a story and engage 120 children; I have learned I can write a story; I have learned to listen more attentively, respond more slowly and thoughtfully. I have learned there is magic in and under everyday objects. I have learned that stories live within me. I have learned that books are only the beginning. It will stay with me and change my teaching forever.</i><span>’</span><i><br /> </i></p>
<p>I<span>’</span>ve witnessed first hand the powerful positive effect of storytelling many times. One experience was when I worked, as a storyteller, in a secondary school in a deprived inner city area with twenty Year 7 &amp; 8 boys. Together with a freelance musician, and in partnership with the English and Music Departments, I created and led four one day sessions using games, music, stories, dance and writing.</p>
<p>The objective of the project, working within the curriculum, was to help draw out the boy&#8217;s rich cultural heritage, actively engaging them to improve their attention and listening. The boys, who didn<span>’</span>t know each other at the beginning of the project, spoke 17 languages between them ranging from Yoruba to Cantonese, German to Gujarati. By the end of the project the boys had bonded well, with a strong sense of community.</p>
<p>I saw how much they had changed in a short time, from the first day when they were restless, aggressive and dismissive to being totally engaged and attentive. The most surprising and powerful moment for me was when the boys asked to present their own ‘made-up’ stories. The tales were funny, irreverent and moving. These young men were no longer just a <span>‘</span>gang of kids<span>’</span>, but individuals with their own rich stories to tell. We journeyed together and changed each other completely. A year later they asked if I would go back and tell them another story!</p>
<p>I have seen these transformations through story many times, including a man who spoke to me after a performance of <span>‘</span>I Believe in Unicorns<span>’</span> &#8211; a story about the power of imagination, storytelling, books and reading. He said that he hadn<span>’</span>t picked up a book in 25 years since leaving school but that he was inspired to go home and read to his son.</p>
<p>So why storytelling indeed? Nowadays we live our lives at such a fast pace that we need permission to take a break, I believe storytelling gives us that opportunity. Stories give peace to our minds and feed our souls, they can inspire us to achieve more than we thought possible, to meet the world reinvigorated and renewed.</p>
<p>Do you tell stories? If so what<span>’</span>s you<span>r</span> reason and motivation? I<span>’</span>d love to hear your story…..</p></div>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p>This is a great game to play with two or more players. I used to play a version of this with my daughter as we walked to school, whilst waiting for our meal in a restaurant, walking the dogs in the woods or even when on long car journeys…. Her friends often asked to play when they were with us.</p>
<p>Begin with a game of ‘Eye Spy’.</p>
<p><b>For example:</b></p>
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<li>Player One begins ‘Eye Spy with my little eye something beginning with….’ (let’s say C).<br /> When one of the players gets the right answer (ie: Clouds) they become the lead player (Player Two).</li>
<li>Player Two makes up a story beginning ‘Once upon a time’ and using the word they guessed (Clouds) as part of this story &#8211; after two to three sentences they return to ‘Eye Spy with my little eye something beginning with…’ (let’s say W).</li>
<li>Whoever guesses the right answer (Wellies) continues the story that Player Two started, including into it the word Wellies.</li>
<li>The game continues, passing back and forth between Eye Spy (to give you words) and the story, until the story is complete or you’ve reached your destination &#8211; whichever is soonest!!</li>
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<p><b>Alternative:</b> The Player who guesses Eye Spy correctly has a choice of either:</p>
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<li>Carrying on with the next section of story.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></li>
<li>Passing on this task to another Player.<br /> If they choose (2) they wait for the next section of the story to be spoken before then taking back the lead with <span>‘</span>Eye Spy with my little eye something beginning with…’</li>
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<p><strong>Here is an example of the story</strong><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>Player One…</p>
<p>‘Once upon a time, far way in the land of Clouds there lived an old and cheerful clown who had unexpectedly blown away on the North Wind a year or two ago. The Clown liked Cloud-land so had decided to stay.</p>
<p>Player Two…</p>
<p>Erica the Clown had always wanted to drive a bus but as she hadn’t learnt to drive this wasn’t possible before. However here in Cloud-land, instead of driving a bus she could instead drive on the back of a huge and imperious Eagle. The strange thing about Eagle was that she always loved wearing bright red wellies.</p>
<p>Player Three…</p>
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<li>There is no right and wrong way to tell a story!</li>
<li>Don’t worry if the story is silly &#8211; I’ve found that the more you play the game the stronger everyone’s imagination becomes and the stories get better and clearer!</li>
<li>Often, surprisingly, the more mundane the story the more interesting and satisfying it can be (not like the story above!!!).</li>
<li>If you keep in mind what’s gone before you and reference back to characters, places and objects it makes the story more fun and enjoyable.</li>
<li>Use of metaphor or simile is always fun… for example if the Eye Spy answer is ‘banana’, instead of being literal you could say ‘the sun was shining so brightly it was as yellow as a banana’.</li>
<li>Have fun!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></li>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p><strong>I love telling and sharing stories so when I was asked to share my story here of course I leapt at the chance!</strong></p>
<p>Actually I believe that we’re all storytellers, it’s a large part of what makes us human, we make sense of the world through story. Whenever we’re interacting with each other, whether it be at work, in the playground, over a pint or a cup of tea, we’re all sharing stories… adverts are stories, our politicians tell tales all the time don’t they?!</p>
<p>Everything is a story, and if we don’t know what the exact story is then we have a tendency to make one up for ourselves, for example, if we’re looking at a piece of abstract art we reach for a meaning, it’s the same for contemporary dance or music, what story does it tell? In science we want to know the story of the universe, the atom, the disease. If we don’t know the facts, we make them up, like ‘Chinese Whispers’… stories can be used for good and bad – lies are often elaborate stories based on some truth, but then so are novels.</p>
<p>Ironically as a child I’d never heard of the word ‘storyteller’ even though I was always telling tales. I was sent out of class at school a lot for talking too much and being the joker.</p>
<p>For as long as I can remember I wanted to be on stage. I loved dancing up and down my grandparent’s sitting room, acting out scenes from various story books. Looking back I realise that I was forever fabricating, making things up. I would often chat to myself, pretending to be interviewed, about my ‘family’, five Sasha dolls that I loved dearly: Heidi, Paul, Lydia, Simon and Sarah.</p>
<p>The book I remember most vividly from my childhood was <strong><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fairy-Tales-Lands-Piccolo-Books/dp/0330255290#ace-g3536363283" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">‘Fairy Stories from Many Lands’</a></strong>. I still have it. One of my favourites was &#8216;The Magic Thread&#8217;. It made such an impression on me that I adapted it recently for an on-line Storytelling Festival, basing it in Yorkshire where I was born. But the story I asked my dad to read over and over again was also from that book, &#8216;Princess Reedcap&#8217;.</p>
<p>I subsequently discovered, when studying at university, that it was pretty much the same story as King Lear. What a lovely revelation to me, a full circle from child to adulthood understanding!</p>
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				<div class="et_pb_text_inner"><p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I recently wrote a blog about Riddles considering why they’re not only fun but also beneficial to learning. This started me thinking about the benefit of Games, in particular, Party Games.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I know that games are FUN! When we start playing a game, particularly physical or humorous ones, endorphins are produced that act on our</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">brain reducing pain and boosting pleasure, resulting in a feeling of well-being. I love </span><span>us</span><span lang="EN-US">ing many different types of games in my storytelling workshops and as warm-ups in rehearsals. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">I also know that Games include a great deal of PLAY. Play has been proven to be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">a hugely important element in children</span><span lang="AR-SA">’</span><span>s </span><span lang="EN-US">growth including healthy brain development. Play is how children explore the world, allowing them to ‘meet and imitate’ the world around them. It is certainly vital in my work in creating imaginative and magical theatre productions. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Play enables us all to explore</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">our creativity, our relationships, stretch our mental and physical dexterity and increase self-esteem.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Party Games can be adapted to suit different age groups, from tiny children to teenagers. These fun and playful games can support our physical, mental and emotional well-being. Through games children learn how to take turns, pay attention, </span><span lang="ES-TRAD">respect</span><span lang="EN-US"> and listen to others, communicate, collaborate and play fairly. Games can support our dexterity, improve memory capacity, offer us new skills and knowledge, develop critical thinking and improve problem-solving. Stimulating the brain with strategies in a game can be</span><span> </span><span lang="EN-US">a great brain workout!</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">When you</span><span lang="AR-SA">’</span><span lang="EN-US">re creating party games for a children</span><span lang="AR-SA">’</span><span lang="EN-US">s party, my suggestion, in general terms, is that you choose games that are collaborative, where children work as a whole team, for children under 7 years old. However as children get older introduce more competitive games, games that move quickly, so that each child needs to be alert and</span><span> </span><span lang="IT">attentive.</span><span lang="IT"></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Obviously you know your child better than anyone so always create party games to suit their needs and their interests. For some children competitive games are too stressful whilst others thrive on them.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">There are a huge range of party games on offer, including many games for large groups, however<span>  </span>I’ve chosen to share games that are inexpensive and easy to make and can be played with 2 or more people to take account of ‘lockdown’ birthdays. It is possible to play a number of these games with friends on ‘zoom’ who can’t be with you physically.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<h3 class="Body" align="center"><span lang="EN-US"><span> </span>Seven Playful Party Games</span></h3>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">1. Pass the Parcel </span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN-US">T</span><span lang="EN-US">his is a great traditional party game with a number of people but can be played between 2 or more people and you can add your own twist to it by including dares / clues for treasure hunt / challenges / poems / pressed flower / inspiring quotes between layers. Preparing the parcel with care and attention will give added pleasure to this game. Mix up the wrapping paper to include newspaper, beautiful wrapping paper, put it into a box so it changes shape, draw or write a message on a plain wrapping which is close to the final ‘present’. Make sure that you wrap each ‘mini prize’ with two or three layers of wrapping.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">You could put the child’s main present in the middle of the parcel with smaller presents, wrapped individually, contained within the layers of the bigger parcel. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Add music that allows for pauses between wrapping to dance and sing and play with whatever is the surprise within each layer.</span></p>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">2. Pick Up Sticks</span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">T</span><span lang="EN-US">he first player begins the game by holding all the sticks in their hand and then dropping them to the ground, scattering them across the floor. The player then proceeds to pick up the sticks, one by one, without moving any sticks other than the stick they are attempting to pick up. We play this with spoons, desert spoons and tea spoons and a few forks.</span></p>
<p class="Body"><span><o:p></o:p></span><br /> <o:p></o:p><strong><span lang="EN-US">3. Thing Finder</span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN-US">M</span><span lang="EN-US">ake your own thing-finder necklace, pirate hat or wand.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Ask the children to find five objects in the garden or your home, straws, feathers, beads, leaves, button, pipe cleaner so that you can thread or tie them onto a coloured piece of string, wool or ribbon or stick/sew them onto a hat. Whenever you come across something at home or out and about you may like to add it to your Thing-finder necklace &#8211; unless its an old Welly boot, then that might be tricky! </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Get your thing-finder eyes wandering &#8211; Happy thing finding!</span></p>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">4. Assault Course</span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN-US">D</span><span lang="EN-US">ecide where your assault course is going to take place, indoors or out &#8211; you don’t need a huge amount of room. Create a course with cushions, furniture, string, broom handles, pots and pans, buckets, sheet / blankets, dice, skipping rope. Hang a rug or sheet over two chairs to climb under, put a broom handle for them to limbo. </span><span>Pile </span><span lang="EN-US">up some pillows for a</span><span lang="AR-SA"> “</span><span lang="EN-US">mountain climb’</span><span>. P</span><span lang="EN-US">ut a napkin on the floor for your child to pick up in their feet or nose and drop it into a bucket or pan. Create a blindfold taste test, so they have to work out three different foods tastes. Have a section where they have to roll a 6 on the dice before they can move on.</span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Mark the ‘starting line’ with a piece of wool or cloth.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">Choose an age appropriate way for your child to begin at the starting line eg: a bow, turn around three times, sing a song, mime an animal, recite a poem and then choose a challenge for them to move to the first obstacle, for example<span>  </span>balancing a book on their head, hop, skip, juggle. Decide on some playful ways to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">move from obstacle to obstacle. A few ideas: walk like a </span><span lang="DE">crab </span><span lang="EN-US">or rabbit, slither like a snake, walk backwards or sideways, eyes closed etc.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">If you keep a note of the time it takes for your children to finish the course you can then ask them if they can beat this next time round!</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">5. Tray with Objects</span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span>I</span><span lang="AR-SA">’</span><span lang="EN-US">ve played this game since I was a child and I love it</span><span>…</span><span lang="EN-US">.. Place a number of random objects, from around the garden or your home, onto a tray or table. Ask the children to study the objects for 30 seconds and then place a beautiful cloth or napkin over the top of the objects. Can they remember every single item on the tray? You can amend and change this game in many ways, for example after the children have studied the tray ask them to close their eyes or leave the room, remove only one object from the tray &#8211; can they guess what is missing?<span>   </span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">You could move this into a storytelling game where you ask the birthday child to choose one object and between you answer three questions &#8211; what is it really? who does it belong to? where did it come from? This can create a wonderful spontaneous story between you.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">6. Pin the Tail on the Donkey </span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span>D</span><span lang="EN-US">raw or print out an image of a donkey, minus the tail. Then draw or print out a number of donkey tails, cut around them and stick blu tack on the back so they can be fixed onto the donkey. Hang the donkey picture on the wall, at roughly eye-level to the players. Blindfold the first player, hand them a donkey tail and spin them around gently three times. Guide the blindfolded player in the general direction of the donkey, allowing them to make their own way to the wall, to place the tail on the donkey. Mark the spot where the player has placed the tail with their name. When every player has had a turn, the one whose donkey tail is closest to the correct position wins.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">You can change this to suit your </span><span lang="EN-US">own theme: Harry Potter’s scar, Football next to the footballer’s foot/ head, fairy’s wand in the fairy’s hand.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="Body"><strong><span lang="EN-US">7. Musical Statues</span></strong></p>
<p class="Body"><span lang="EN-US">A</span><span lang="EN-US">nother game that I loved as a child and still love to play now! Invite your child to move joyfully around in our home or garden &#8211; dancing, hopping, skipping, running &#8211; while the music is playing and to freeze into a statue when the music stop. They need to remain like a statue until the music starts again. Randomly stop and start the music thought out the game.</span><o:p></o:p></p></div>
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