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Often times on river trips before going to sleep I'll read a few pages/chapters of whatever I'm reading aloud to whoever is near me, if they're interested. Some

Often times on river trips before going to sleep I'll read a few pages/chapters of whatever I'm reading aloud to whoever is near me, if they're interested. Sometimes during the day if we stop we'll pass around a relevant book, poetic'ish environmentally themed books..., to read to the group kind of like reading to the class in elementary school. Everyone has a unique style of reading aloud and it's always interesting to hear how they interpret the story and words through inflection/tone/cadence/etc... or as the article says "through the concentration of our faculties, the inflection of our voices, the warmth and presence of our bodies—to reach the listener." This is one of those things we do not practice or really do for better or worse. For some the aspect of reading to others is terror inducing even among close friends. For some there's terror from being still and simply listening to another because it's so different from our normal lives of fast consumption and noise. Next time you're out in nature bring a short poem or story, take a pause and read it aloud to your group. It will probably be uncomfortable as it's strange to most but give it a try.

undershirt 7y ago
A girl i always chatted with at chipotle finally sat down with me the other day during her break. I told her I was a writer, and was elated when she handed me her phone to let me read a dark poem she had written. I asked if I could read it back to her out loud and she let me. It was nice. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been reading to myself out loud recently, and also at workshops where we have the opportunity to recite after doing writing prompts. I always like hearing people nervously sharing meaningful experiences. In Houston we have something called Gentle Hour, where people gather in a rather cozy circle, taking turns to read something they wrote. Storytime is alive and well, and not just the “Grown-up Storytime” you find at open-mic bars!

undershirt 7y ago

A girl i always chatted with at chipotle finally sat down with me the other day during her break. I told her I was a writer, and was elated when she handed me her phone to let me read a dark poem she had written. I asked if I could read it back to her out loud and she let me. It was nice. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been reading to myself out loud recently, and also at workshops where we have the opportunity to recite after doing writing prompts. I always like hearing people nervously sharing meaningful experiences. In Houston we have something called Gentle Hour, where people gather in a rather cozy circle, taking turns to read something they wrote. Storytime is alive and well, and not just the “Grown-up Storytime” you find at open-mic bars!