Posted by Amber Bell
Just in case you were wondering what you should be doing tonight, if you should go see Guy Dartnell. I went to his storytelling workshop this afternoon, and was inspired by his simple reminders of how to create an interesting story. To me, how to tell a good story = how to make a good life. According to Guy Dartnell, allow the positive to happen. If there’s a door in front of you, don’t allow it to be locked. Let it be open. Allow yourself to arrive and really be in the place where you are. Instead of landing in an airport, then flying off to the moon, land in the airport, and then find out what happens if you let yourself really be there. Don’t shut out the possibilities by manufacturing mechanisms to protect yourself. Don’t destroy what you create. Storytelling advice. Life advice. From Guy Dartnell. I haven’t seen his performance yet, but if his charisma and knowledge translate into his own work, it will be good.
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1. Don’t Destroy What You Create is a good title.
2. Speaking of being present at the airport, that is exactly what I was doing last night. My own Korean Dartnell-like experience:
The bus from InsaDong to Seoul Incheon International Airport is an hour and a half and costs 8,000 won. The bus was empty so I practiced my thrown away guitar as we glided along. Dainon had a layover from his trip home to the States from the Philippines. I’ve read his music reviews in a magazine, and we’re friends. I brought my guitar, a crush on him, a song in my heart, some Korean Kim Bap, Kim Chi, and an Asian Pear for a picnic lunch. I strummed with sore fingers (just learning to play, no calluses yet) all the way to the airport in sweet anticipation of his 3-D form. I wore high heels. This makes sense in Korea, trust me.
I teetered in my heels through the airport carrying the guitar. I nervously waited at the “Meeting Point East”.
6:45 pm. Just a bunch of people hugging each other, happy and oblivious to my problems. Sometimes a group clapped for someone. I tousled my hair. No one came over to me. No nervous first embrace. Everyone was definitely looking at me and they all whispered that I was a loser with no friends in the world.
7:30 pm I had them call his name in heavy Korean accent over the loudspeaker. I stood there at exit 3 in those stupid heels trying to trust the universe…
At 8:30 pm, his flight left for the States, and I was still standing there very present in Seoul, still hopefully inspecting each person walking past.
then
a sweet Australian boy heavy with languid eye contact, on his way to the backpackers hostel asked me if I knew where it was, he refused my offer of Kim Chi, but accepted my guitar song. We laughed late into the Seoul night together. I forgot about Dainon until I checked my email today to find his apology.