Welcome to the Story Teller’s Blog
Hello! Since this is my first blog, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Gail Van Kleeck and I’m a story teller. I believe that all of us are story tellers and what we focus on is what we see. I also believe in the magic of possibility and our ability to risk and learn and change and grow.
Once I tried to write a blog, but it wasn’t very successful. I was too worried about using key words so people could find me. I won’t be doing that here. I want to write authentically. I want to share my stories, because some of them may also be yours. I want you to know that you are not alone, that we drink from the same stream.
I will be telling you some of the things I’ve discovered since I first became a story teller, nearly fifty years ago. While the characters in my stories have different names, they are really about me….and perhaps some of them will also be about you.
One of my books is called There is a Story Teller in My Closet. While, at first glance, it may seem to be a book for children, it is really a book for the child in each of us.
Fifty years ago I was the story teller in my own closet, but I didn’t know that then.
At that time I was simply a young mother with two small children, who had moved many times and whose husband was a good, but often emotionally unavailable man.
It was a dark day in mid-winter, a day as bleak and grey and miserable as I felt. I bundled the children up, sent them off to school and watched my husband back down the driveway on his way to work.
I straightened the kitchen, swept the floor and opened the closet to put the broom away. Then, without thinking, I climbed into the closet with the broom and pulled the door shut. As though I was expecting the ceiling to fall, I hunched over a little and put my hands up over my head.
I don’t remember how often I did that. It could have been only a few times, but I think it was probably more.
Years later, when I was feeling happier and more confident, I told a friend about that time and how thinking about it still made me sad for the lonely girl who once was me.
My friend was quiet for a moment and then she asked, “What if you were simply taking care of yourself? What if that person in the broom-closet was your personal story teller? What kinds of stories would she tell?”
What I discovered, as I thought about that question, was that although some of life’s lessons come from catastrophic events, most of them come to us in the seemingly ordinary moments of our daily life.
In my next bog I will tell you about the first ordinary moment I noticed and how it became an important life-lesson.
I hope you’ll come back to visit and share my stories.
Gail Van Kleeck