Botanica Fabula - Amanda Edmiston, Storyteller: 'Herbs, Movement and Grand Drama'
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Battlefield Spiral Stories: a guide to the plants and a tale or two


Battlefield community project songs and stories

four mary's
finns place cath campbell, amanda edmiston
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Atropa Nights: schedule three stories from the back of the poisoners almanac, tales of dangerous plants, wilful women and the men who loved them!

Well its nearly upon 
us....Atropa Nights is at the Tron theatre Victorian Bar 

http://www.tron.co.uk/event/atropa-nights/this Thursday and Friday the 17th and 18th of October 2013...at half eight....tickets are a mere £7 through the box office, for that you get 4 stories told by me and four beautiful pieces of piano music played live by the incredibly talented Louise Cairns. It also comes complete with an amazing bit of corsetry and costume by the fabulous Betty Spoke.
There thats the plug bit done.

Living Voices

Living Voices a snapshot of a session….the planning and delivery 

Living Voices is a pilot project developed by the Scottish Poetry Library http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/learn/carers in conjunction with The Scottish Storytelling Centre, it has engaged professional poets, musicians and storytellers (of whom I'm one) to deliver workshops in care homes in three areas of Scotland, telling stories, reading poetry and singing a song or two, working with participants with a variety of needs ( including dementia and sensory impairment), the care home staff and volunteers.

Euan and the Elder: the launch party (the one with the recipe!)


HawthornI was the crimson, scarlet, fire colours of Autumn that underpinned Euan and the Elder form the start, both through its words it has Rowan berries'…forged by lightening rouged by blood…',the story of a man's search for wood for his pot bellied stove in a native Scottish woodland.
A search that sees him find berries and nuts for sustenance and health and ultimately leads him to disrespect nature and be admonished in a most poetic way by a green man type figure.
So it would only seem appropriate to ensure that the launch of our little book was done in a way that was

Euan and the Elder part one!

It all started with this view….. I was booked to storytell at Glasgow's lovelyHidden gardens , for Autumn 2011. 
I wanted a new story, I wanted inspiration….
Walking back home from dropping the child at school on a driech day, the naked girders of the cranes watching the Clyde, the Kelvin gravid and tidal, trees trembling as winter's portent sidled in on an October spiral, I leant on the bridge, and watched as the waste ground twisted and arched, subtly shifting its seasonal structure….

R says rrrred as beetroot S says sssspirulina and T says ttt…turmeric!

'Mum, have we got any algae….can I have a wee bit in a jug…..and the other things'…..the child appeared with an armful of plastic kitchenware balanced like the Lakeland company had revived 'Double or Drop' for the cupcake generation.
'I'm doing the ice cubes' came the explanation as the sound of the freezer door thunking and ice gliding across the bath….

This game has become an infrequent regular in our house, it started about 3 years ago when Glasgow based play company 'Rattlin Boag' did a brilliant and inspiring water workshop in the Hidden Gardens….

British Award for Storytelling Excellence and MP3 of The Mermaid of the Clyde

More excitement, I can barely stop myself twinkling at random people, friends who have claimed for years that I'm not really that fond of hugs have been stunned by my sudden love of cuddling them for the slightest reason, I've been remembering to tell people how much I appreciate them and generally been rather sweet recently, even if I do say so myself! 
Whats been going on…. too much maca root and chilli powder in my tea again? (well, yes, admittedly…). But more than anything else its been that the move to be closer to my friends in a house with a garden, with delightful neighbours has shown me more than ever what really lovely, kind, interesting, intelligent people I'm surrounded by these days, the house itself soothes and comforts me…even the raindrops tell stories (but thats the beginning of my next blog….

The (late) Kilmarnock edition

It has to be said that I LOVE MY JOB……really REALLY love it, and at any given moment I'm in raptures about a recent gig, I love everything about it, the excitement at new bookings, the struggle to grasp at and find inspiration for what I'll do, then the euphoria when the inspiration is found, the moment when I feel like a little kid as I get to rush around exploring places, counting trees, picking plants, researching history, then the thrill when it all knits together and the pieces all fit  like some amazing magical blanket.

The Wolf Peach



So the long promised tale of werewolves, Solanaceae; the lost legend I'd been promising herbalists I'd recreate for a long time, the missing link that explained the flesh crawling, skin walking, shape shifting, Atropine aggravated descent into fluid filled paranoia and night terrors brought in on the tidal flow, seven days before the red run, as the flutter  of malicious pleasure at the call of no holds barred, social graces denied, premenstrual ruination….
                                 
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