A book for World Book Day: Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden


Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden (1961 edition) Illustrated by Jean Primrose
Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden (1961 edition) Illustrated by Jean Primrose

The book our daughter chose to take to school this year was Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden, a story of a motherless little girl, Nona, and two Japanese dolls – all three lonely, miserable, displaced and searching for home. In lovingly creating a Japanese dolls house for the two dolls, Nona finds belonging and acceptance among family and friends in her own new home.

peg doll house

Inspired by Nona we made a little two-room house (out of fruit tea boxes) for our two peg dolls made during a doll-themed Story Hug workshop.


illustration by Gary Blythe
Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden (2006 edition) Illustrated by Gary Blythe

There is something deeply satisfying about making a house for a doll, (however simple!). Perhaps it is the making of a whole other world, or a way of discovering an ideal and practising creating the one true home we search for from our earliest days.

If you are lucky enough to find the 1961 edition of Miss Happiness and Miss Flower, as well as the wonderful illustrations by Jean Primrose you will get plans for the dolls house at the back – so you can make your own! The latest edition unfortunately omits the plans, but it is a wonderful story nonetheless. The sequel, where the dolls meet another little Japanese doll and another little girl is cheered up, is Little Plum.

Little Plum by Rumer Godden. Illustrated by Jean Primrose
Little Plum by Rumer Godden. Illustrated by Jean Primrose
Little Plum by Rumer Godden. Illustrated by Jean Primrose
Little Plum by Rumer Godden. Illustrated by Jean Primrose


A story offering from Story Hug! Happy Christmas!

The Fairy Babies


One Christmas Eve, it was windy and raining and Princess Pearl and her brother Prince Joe had to stay inside the castle all morning long.

“But we always go for a walk in the woods on Christmas Eve!” Princess Pearl complained to the King.

“Maybe later,” he said. “Until then why don’t you go to the library and read a book?”

 In the library the children lay glumly on the soft green carpet. Princess Pearl stared at the ceiling while Prince Joe lay on his stomach and gazed at the little clouds of dust gathered under the shelves.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“What’s what?”

“This.” Prince Joe pulled out a thin old book from under the shelves.

“ ‘The Lost Fairy Babies’”, read Princess Pearl. “Oooh, this looks good! I’ll read it to you.”


It was a story about two tiny baby fairies fallen under the roots of a tree in a forest while their mother was trapped up high, her wings caught in branches.

“What happens to them?” asked Prince Joe.

 Princess Pearl turned the page and read:

“A squirrel came along and tried to free the fairy but his paws were too clumsy to move the fine bare branches.”

             “Then what happened?” asked Prince Joe.

 “A bird came along but her beak was too sharp and nearly pecked a hole in the fairy’s wings.”

             “Oh no!” cried Princess Pearl and quickly read on:

 “Then an elf appeared from his toadstool home, setting off to look for firewood.”

             “Good, his fingers will be just right!” said Prince Joe.

But no, the elf couldn’t get close to the tree because there was a big thorn bush at the bottom. ‘What happens to the poor fairy?’ wondered the children but the last page dropped out of the book and a strange gust of wind blew it up the chimney.

Story Hug Magazine


Our first ever issue of Story Hug Magazine! For sale in our new shop! On the theme of Masks. The magazine opens up into a printed sheet to cut up…

cut out

Colour in…




… and play!

play pieces

There’s an illustrated story to read and learn and tell:


A template for a mask with lots of ideas for making your own:


People to dress up and use in stories you invent:

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You can buy the magazine at our workshops or in our shop !



Making Masks – Story and Craft at Grow Mayow Community Garden


We made masks in the community garden from cereal packets, petals, leaves, sticks, herbs and old egg boxes.

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Such great teamwork! And what joyful and unique results:

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I told the story of the Thief and the Mask – the extraordinary case of a man becoming his mask.

The Thief and the Mask - an illustration from Story Hug Magazine: Masks
The Thief and the Mask – an illustration from Story Hug Magazine: Masks

An old Chinese tale, it involves a thief who is forced to act like a handsome, kind, honest, intelligent man because of a mask, only to find that after a year of pretence he has become just such a man.

The story made me think of the storyteller mask I wear each time I sit in the lovely warm circle of responsive open minds and hearts, able to lose the fear of my story not being enough, of not connecting with anyone… one of the many strange and wonderful ways in which storytelling transforms, providing us with a way of sharing a part of ourselves and of being together; a magical mask to grow beneath and beyond.



Forests, Fairies and Magical Beings at the Wild Things Weekend in Mayow Park Community Garden

photo: GrowMayow (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Grow-Mayow-Community-Garden-Project)

In blazing unexpected sunshine at the beautiful Mayow Park Community Garden we gathered to make story props…

garden, Mayow Park Community Garden Mayow Park Community Garden Writing Hut, Mayow Park Community Garden

…we made trees of recycled card, leaves, flowers, herbs…

recycled tree tree for story forest

…and we made magical people to hang in the branches of an enchanted wood:

elf in fine clothes elf for story

These were to be our ‘props’ for our storytelling session later, and it was fascinating to see the care and concern and intensity of focus that went into the fixing of each petal of a fairy skirt:

dancing fairy for story

…the fine detailed drawing of a wizard:


… the carefully considered contribution of a trio of imps based on the young artist and his two brothers:

three imps playing chequers

The fact that these beautifully unique creations were to be used in our stories seemed to lend a deeper significance to them, the children looked so pleased with their work and so proud as I arranged the little handmade forest and hung the magical beings on branches, and they were very deeply engaged in the stories we made together.

pasting leaves

Working with our hands and the imagination is a way into the deeper quiet where story parts lie; people and places waiting for their stories to be woven, to be spoken out loud into the open.

story circle

audience with miniature forest

At the end, the children sat on their logs in our story circle under the trees, looking thoughtful and dreamy, still lingering in the world we had made together, gazing up at the magical folk above us in the trees…

fairy with poppy petal skirt fairies in the forest

…before running back into the sunshine to play!

storytelling friends

The Storytelling Hut

storytelling hut sign emerson college

Last year I discovered the Storytelling Hut at Emerson College. Through the garden, down the path, behind a hedge…

storytelling hut path emerson college

It is simply a large wooden shed…

storytelling hut entrance emerson college

with rugs…

storytelling emerson college

and cushions…

storytelling hut labyrinth cushion emerson college

it seems normal enough but… it is filled with magic!

The last time I was there I learned to tell stories to children. This year I returned to learn techniques for telling stories to adults. Just as before, a weekend spent among warm generous storytellers and expert insightful teachers opened new doors into a story, the Brothers Grimm tale of Jorinda and Joringel, that I have been intrigued by recently.

Jorinda and Joringel illustrated by Adrienne Adams
Jorinda and Joringel illustrated by Adrienne Adams

In among the strange and fantastical elements of Jorinda and Joringel: a deep dark forest, young lovers inexplicably saddened by a beautiful sunset, a young woman turned into a nightingale imprisoned in a wicker cage by an old fairy who communes with angels – quite unexpectedly I glimpsed myself and saw reflections of my own story. A time of restriction and frustration was lit up with a quiet new light and I was able to consider it with greater compassion while held in my desire to tell a true and better story.

storytelling at emerson college gardens

Somewhere in any story that one is drawn to, there are reflections of one’s own true self, sudden flashes of understanding lighting up unseen truths and gently revealing them. In the wondrous space of the hut and alone in your room afterwards, a story can lead on and on, revealing new questions and bringing out answers that arise as if from nowhere.

It is no surprise that many describe their time at the School of Storytelling as ‘transformational’. This is the true magic of the hut. It enables one to open, to find meaning in ancient tales, discover new ones and to hear anew those stories we carry deep in our selves.

storytelling hut arch emerson college garden

Thinking about the Goose Girl: Storytelling and story making at the Devonshire Road Nature Reserve

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Photo: Fiona McDonald Joyce

With Spring just about to begin we spent a beautiful day at the Devonshire Road Nature Reserve to raise money for Syria – an event organised by the wonderful Fiona McDonald Joyce.


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I told the story of The Goose Girl  but before that the children  made a story together choosing a character (person, animal or magical creature), an object and a second character from the Goose Girl: Princess, Hat, Horse.

princess, hat, horse

An astonishing tale resulted, of a horse that put on a magical hat which gave him spots, and a princess who tries to help him! So different from the tale of the princess setting off into the woods to go to her prince, and the maid who attempts to usurp her. The maid succeeds in deceiving everyone and is deposed only when the princess speaks out and tells her truth, her story.

But why would a princess agree to a lowly maid’s demands? Why would she fear her so much as to exchange clothes and her horse and even promise not to speak the truth when they reached their destination? This question has always niggled me – I found it difficult to accept that she did it through fear, and as I worked with the story, preparing to tell it, I suddenly understood: the princess agreed because she didn’t think for one moment that an explanation would ever be needed! After all, she had always been a princess and where she came from, everyone had known who she was. And she fully expected it to be the case when she and the cunning maid arrived at the new kingdom.

What a shock for her to realise that mostly people tend only to see one’s surface, to note only symbols and signs; they do not see beyond what is presented to them. One cannot hide one’s true self and hope to be discovered. Even the King, more perceptive than the others, needed to have the truth told to him, to be given the full story.

To reach our desires, our goals, the life we secretly want for ourselves, we must speak our truth. And like the King with his ear pressed to the stove pipe, we must listen well, and we must hear it.

The Goose Girl by Margaret Evans Price
The Goose Girl by Margaret Evans Price

Vasilissa the Beautiful: The doll as talisman, magical friend and inspiration. Our first Story Hug workshop

Vasilissa peg dolls

Our first Story Hug workshop was based around the idea of the doll as talisman, magical friend and inspiration. The children made beautiful peg dolls with drawn-on coloured-in clothes, all wrapped up against the cold in a soft felt shawl.

storytelling at The Montage cafeWe then made up a story together using the doll and the figures of a girl and an old woman that I have been carving: the same story elements as in the old Russian tale of Vasilissa the Beautiful. However a very different story resulted- a surprisingly macabre one for a group of angelic-looking children: the old woman ended up trying to eat the girl for supper!

Vasilissa at Baba Yaga's Hut- Ivan Bilibin
Vasilissa at Baba Yaga’s Hut- Ivan Bilibin

Luckily there was a happier ending in the story of Vasilissa the Beautiful which tells of a girl, Vasilissa, who is given a magical doll by her dying mother. The doll helps Vasilissa in times of need, and shows her the way to defeating her evil step-mother and Baba Yaga the sorceress.

Baba_Yaga riding in her mortar - Ivan Bilibin
Baba Yaga Riding in her Mortar – Ivan Bilibin

It was wonderful to see the children so absorbed in the making of their own story and listening to an ancient one, leaving clutching the tiny wooden dolls they had brought to life themselves. Hopefully these have led to more stories…


Seven Tips for Initiating Change: Inspiring Sharing and Community… The story of Stone Soup



Once upon a time, deep in the woods, an old woman went walking; she wasn’t lost, but she had wandered far from her friends and family and home, she had nowhere particular to go. She hadn’t eaten for many days and she was very hungry. After some time, she came to a village. She knocked at the first house she saw. A woman opened the door.

“Please may I have something to eat?” the old woman begged.

“Food?” snarled the villager. “We’re all starving here, didn’t you know? We haven’t enough food for our own families! Go away!”

The old woman went to the next house.

“We have too little to give any away,” a man told her sadly.

“We need the little we have,” said a young farmer and his wife.

One by one, the villagers shut their doors on the old woman, but she just nodded and headed back into the woods.

Under the great trees she gathered sticks, branches and some logs and staggered back with them to the village square, where she built a big strong fire. From under her cloak she brought out a cooking pot and filled it with water at the village fountain and set the pot on the fire. A little boy called Ralph stopped to watch. As the water started to boil he saw the old woman reach deep into the pocket of her skirt and bring out…a stone. Smooth and round and polished. She dropped it into the pot. Splosh! Ralph crept closer. The old woman stirred the pot and sniffed and nodded. She tasted a few drops and smiled.

“What are you doing?” Ralph asked.

“Making stone soup of course,” replied the old woman.

“What’s that?”

“It’s delicious, that’s what.”

The old woman tasted a few more drops. Ralph’s mouth watered and his empty little tummy rumbled.

“But you know…” said the old woman.  “…it would taste so much nicer with just a little onion…”

“We’ve got an onion at home!” Ralph cried and raced off back to his house.

“Wonderful!” the old woman said and took out her knife.

Chip, chop, choppetty chop,

Cut off the bottom and cut off the top

Chop up the middle and into the pot!


In went the onion. The pot bubbled. The old woman stirred and Ralph watched. And one by one, the villagers came out of their houses to see what was going on. They smelled the faint oniony smell in the air and their mouths watered, their stomachs rumbled. The old woman tasted the soup again.

“Lovely,” she declared. “But it needs a touch of something more, just a little…”

“I’ve got a cabbage, if you want,” offered the woman from the first house. “It’s not big enough for much. You might as well have it.”

“I’ve got a few carrots you can have,” added a man.

“I have some potatoes,” a young woman said.

Everyone else joined in:

“I’ve got peas!”

“We have parsnips!”

“A little barley, perhaps?”






People rushed to bring out their offerings. Soon a rich hearty broth bubbled in the pot.

“Go and get your bowls and spoons,” the old woman called.

She ladled out soup and kept on going until everyone had eaten their fill. People sat back, talking and laughing, for the first time in months forgetting their troubles. The children played peacefully, not hungry for once. Meanwhile, the old woman took out her stone and washed it at the pump. She cleaned the cooking pot and her utensils, tucked them under her cloak and started up the road out of the village. The villagers ran after her.

“Don’t go! Please stay!” they pleaded. “You’ve brought us luck!”

“But you have everything you need now,” the old woman replied. “And over the mountains there’s another village, I hear, where no one knows how to make Stone Soup.”

And with that she went on her way.  (As retold by Amanthi.)

Seven tips for initiating change as learned from Stone Soup:

1. If nobody appears interested in your idea, start doing it anyway

One by one, the villagers shut their doors on the old woman, but she just nodded and headed back into the woods.

2. Do it with purpose;

Under the great trees she gathered sticks, branches and some logs and staggered back with them

3. Do it in public

… to the village square

 4. Do it well.

…where she built a big strong fire.

5. Tell people about it.

“What are you doing?” Ralph asked.

“Making stone soup of course,” replied the old woman

 6. Sing its praises.

“Lovely,” she declared.

7. Suggest ways in which others might help.

“But it needs a touch of something more…”

Happy cooking!