OMYGOD – THREE COUNTRY PREMIERE

May 28th 2021

OMYGOD – A solo-show by TinaO

Premieres in Three Countries

IRELAND / UK

7:30pm BST / 11:30am PDT

NEW YORK / TORONTO

6pm EDT / 3:00 PDT 

VANCOUVER / LOS ANGELES

6:30pm PDT

On May 28th 2021, you are invited to Christina’s 50th Birthday un-party in Tuam, County Galway Ireland where an 8 yr old girl who thinks she’s a witch meets Jesus, a woman who knows how to boil an egg, lights three fires of reconciliation, and the special guest at the party is The Morrigan, a shape-shifting Irish deity of prophecy, battle and sovereignty.

OMYGOD is a mythical tale about the women we burned, the children we buried, the Gods we worship and the fires we light after seven generations of children witness their mother turn into witches before their very eyes.

In this special place of Inglenook… 

Writer/Performer, Tina Overbury catches us off guard with her humorous, poetic and harrowing tales of life as a woman who loves the sacred, but offers: “I love God, but does he have to be a man?” She reminds us about the power of books by showing us the Malleus Maleficarum, the ‘Witch Burning for Dummies’ instruction manual which shaped us for 300 years. She asks us to come and sit by the fire with all aspects of what it means to be a woman. She offers, we are The Morrigan, The Three Mary’s of the Gospel, and the infamous Lady M herself. We have a conversation with Jesus, and we’re introduced to Mouse Woman, the North American Indigenous mother of Raven.

As guests at her un-party, audiences will witness the makings of a mad woman and say we’re sorry as we sweep up the ashes of those we have burned in the name of being holy. 

OMYGOD is a mythical and redemptive tale across time, culture, and faith that is as funny as it is brave. As world patriarchal structures crumble, we are not left with void of wisdom, we need only look to the cultural stories that exist within to remember that God belongs to everyone, and power within gender is not hierarchical, or a conversation about sex, witchcraft or worthiness. 


This is STORYTELLING for RECONCILIATION

Before there can be reconciliation, there must be truth.
And there are some truths that only art can hold.



Storytelling is a way we can honour the scars left behind from unspeakable atrocities.
It’s a way through the bruising to remember, witness and move toward reconciliation through a restorative process of embodied listening.

Theatre can do that.

OMYGOD is the first storytelling experience offered by TinaO. Semi-autobiographical and inspired by real-life events and historical references, this storytelling experience is offered in the spirit of reconciliation and restorative justice, and as a bridge of humility between cultures. It is a feminist narrative combining humour, storytelling and poetry which brings together two Indigenous cultures rich in oral history and a shared scar of cultural and human genocide.

From the residential schools of Turtle Island (North America) to the Mother and Baby homes of Eire (Ireland), from the triple essence goddess of The Morrigan to the three Mary’s of the gospel, from witch burning to the everyday making of a madwoman – OMYGOD offers historical explanations as to why we are the way we are, and asks us: 

‘Who do we become when seven generations of children watch their mothers burn?’


This story is personal, hopeful, humorous, and deeply tender.
We are human.
Storytelling reminds us of this.

WRITER / PERFORMER – TINA OVERBURY

DIGITAL DIRECTOR – JAMES GARDINER

CREATIVE CONSULTANT & LIVE THEATRE DIRECTOR (for winter 2021 performances) – DEAN PAUL GIBSON

DRAMATURG – NICOLLE NATTRASS

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY – RANDAL HRYTZAK – Bemoved Media

EDITOR – JAY LEHMANN

SOUND DESIGN – PAUL TEDESCHINI


Tina Overbury is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She is devoted to global reconciliation through the exploration of origin stories, sharing our oral history, land-based knowing, and a continued focus on communication as a sacred practice. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Stories from the Core – her weekly writing and conversation series. She is a proud associate of PowHERhouse Impact Media as a core-communications specialist working with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a co-host of GATHER for HER, and a PowHERhouse Artist of Impact Amplify Coach helping leaders become artists and artists become leaders.

And The Day After

Listen to TinaO read this poem below.

A feminist on the day after the 2016 USA election

I want to complain and trash the beach 

spill obnoxious tins of paint

confused by yellow shades of not-quite-green hues

all over the rocks


crash multiple bins of soot wrecking the sand

smearing clouds of murky shadows out to the wind


I am stained by this

I am slashed by this 

and I want to crumple the shoreline


drenched in wax

from holding a vigil

for an exhale that turned to anguish

with no chance to settle


I am furious

I bet I can swing King Tide logs over my head

fling them 

into the ocean

followed by these legs on a torso

this is no longer my body 

for I have left


Instead, 

I walk the beach

to make sense

of the madness 

I somehow

never saw coming


I fucking hate surprises

avoidable fingers

caught in windows and snagged in doors

or train wrecks we say never happen

until they do


now 

I bring 

teapots and towels

rings and rodents

fire and feathers

bobbles and babies

to this water


my hair is on backwards

and my neck

lays on the ground

I am not here


She screams into the pillow

suffocating

the trembling

the shaking 

and the bruised women

out from this silent

nod to misogyny in power

one hand on his bible

the other up her skirt

This is the man

they freely chose

to lead the very country where feminism

cut her teeth

so today I can walk

with multiple careers and a baby on each breast

Today I am a fraction safer on the street

even if every woman still knuckles 

her keys in her hand

to reach her car


For the next four years

you will find me

smashing teapots

and bleeding into the ground


This reality

is not mine

and yet 

if you visit my kitchen

you will find

I haven’t a cup left

Four years ago I woke up in shock that the world had gone mad. When Donald Trump was elected president it haunted me for days.

This is the morning after…

The day after the 2020 election, it was a very different walk on the beach for sure.

2016 and the Day After

This year on December 25th, which is both Christmas Day and my 50th Birthday, I am stepping into a new story…

and I know what I know what I know about how stories work:

Stories won’t let go of you until they’ve been fully heard.

This is release #8 of sixteen Story Hits (vlogs) from as far back as 2013. Some are my favourites, some are yours. If you missed week #1, you can start at the beginning with: Out of the Water here. 

I will be writing more about these moments in both my upcoming book: STORY STONES (coming fall 2021, and in my one woman show: O MY GOD (touring spring 2021).

On my 50th Birthday, if you’re on my VIP list, I’ll be sending you 50 Days of Christmas Story Gifts from Dec. 25th to February 12th. If you want some story goodness filled with sneak peeks into the creation and rehearsal process, plus be able to pre-order the book, and order tickets to the show, click here and the let the gifting begin! (You’ll get a bunch of cool story right away)

UNDER THIS, PLEASE PUT THIS IN THE PARAGRAPH FORMAT:

I have to close one story to open another. 

Thank you for listening.

xT

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s approach to STORY and receive updates about STORY STONES the book, and O MY GOD, her one woman show, click here and you’ll be added to her ‘stay in touch’ list plus she’ll send you a few short intro videos about what story means to her. CLICK HERE for TinaO Story stuff.

An Angel in my Car

Listen to TinaO read About it here.

About it

I’m struggling with it

It’s not new

but it 

looks 

so damn easy,

also not new

I hear

it 

can be,

easy

I keep hearing it

I should know it

by now 

Like really know how 

by now

Like if I don’t know,

it 

by now,

then there’s got to be something wrong with me

because I’ve watched every damn video there is

about 

it

and I still can’t seem to get 

it

So I read the books 

you recommend 

about it

Listen to the words

you tell me

And keep telling me

And telling me

And telling me

And telling me

About 

it

And I ask for more

Because I want 

it

And it 

looks so easy

it seems

So easy

But it’s

not 

for me.


I ask

What else don’t I know about

it?

You know I even had someone create a meditation for me 

About it.

I slept with 

it,

the meditation

and I dreamt about 

it

Woke up with it

Spoke with it

Joked with it

Croaked with it

I didn’t toke with it

I don’t 

smoke 

it

I think I’ve had it

Because your encouragement is 

starting to feel 

like nagging

The truth is

I suck 

at it

being supported

and ocean swimming

has been my greatest teacher

Where We’ve Been – Circa 2017

Pre-Triathlon Iron Man 5150

I was four months out of cancer treatment when I started training for the Iron Man 5150 (Olympic distance triathlon). I could barely swim ten strokes without losing my breath.

I had suffered a shoulder injury after a full on knock down drag ’em out with young son and couldn’t rotate my shoulder.

But I was committed to the race. I trained with a kickboard up to ten days before the swim. After being told I would be disqualified if I brought my trusty board, I panicked. This video is less than seven days before the swim.

So an Angel took a seat in my truck today. Just in time.

This year on December 25th, which is both Christmas Day and my 50th Birthday, I am stepping into a new story…

and I know what I know what I know about how stories work:

Stories won’t let go until they’ve been fully heard.

This is release #6 of sixteen Story Hits (vlogs) from as far back as 2013. Some are my favourites, some are yours. If you missed week #1 or more and want to start from the beginning, you can start here with: Out of the Water

I will be writing more about these moments in both my upcoming book: STORY STONES (coming fall 2021, and in my one woman show: O MY GOD (touring spring 2021).

I have to close one story to open another. 

Thank you for listening.

xT

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.

If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s approach to STORY and receive updates about STORY STONES the book, and O MY GOD, her one woman show, click here and you’ll be added to her ‘stay in touch’ list plus she’ll send you a few short intro videos about what story means to her. 

CLICK HERE for TinaO Story stuff.

Too Woo Woo for Me

Artsy

Listen to TinaO read the poem here.

I’m one of the girls you think about 

*

Listening to snowflakes

growing holly from my elbows

cedars flanking my spine

and this collarbone, 

dotted with red berries

*

I walk these paths,

barefoot, 

toes, who can’t help themselves but flirt 

with you, 

each padded foot-fall 

across the forest floor

smirking

and winking, 

sparkles lifting off 

from the soft bed 

of the earth

with each step

*

You notice

She’s cute

you think.

Skirt smudged with sand

jacket dripping with ocean behind her

always 

with a stone in her pocket

*

The wondering 

where her mind goes

How her hands move 

How her throat opens

How sound carries through her body

How she breathes in colour

*

Artsy

is what you say

not at all, what you think

but it’s the only way 

you know how to explain 

the taste of how she lives

from your mouth

WHERE WE’VE BEEN – circa 2016

I was working through the label of ‘woo woo’ which is thrown around lovingly and always jokingly… but always with an element of judgement underneath.

It was time to say… I am woo… and it’s what makes me think the way I do.

A little time in one of my favourite places – Mt. Gardiner Dock – 2016

This year on December 25th, which is both Christmas Day and my 50th Birthday, I am stepping into a new story…

and I know what I know what I know about how stories work:

Stories won’t let go of you until they’ve been fully heard.

This is release #5 of sixteen weeks of Story Hits (vlog) from as far back as 2013. Some are my favourites, some are yours. If you missed week #1, you can start at the beginning with: Out of the Water here. 

I will be writing more about these moments in both my upcoming book: STORY STONES (coming fall 2021, and in my one woman show: O MY GOD (touring spring 2021).

On my 50th Birthday, if you’re on my VIP list, I’ll be sending you 50 Days of Christmas Story Gifts from Dec. 25th to February 12th. If you want some story goodness filled with sneak peeks into the creation and rehearsal process, plus be able to pre-order the book, and order tickets to the show, click here and the let the gifting begin! (You’ll get a bunch of cool story right away)

I have to close one story to open another. 

Thank you for listening.

xT

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.

If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s approach to STORY and receive updates about STORY STONES the book, and O MY GOD, her one woman show, click here and you’ll be added to her ‘stay in touch’ list plus she’ll send you a few short intro videos about what story means to her. CLICK HERE for TinaO Story stuff.

Your Voice Matters

Nails

Listen to TinaO read the poem here.

Being literal is not my jam

as I stuff crayons into a rock faces

and wait for the wax to melt

so I can read

*

and typing isn’t logical

either

still once upon a teacher with cigarette long pink nails

taught me how to use the home row

fake I’m sure

the nails that is

but she could do it without click clacking at all

how real is that?

How to unwind mistakes from the roller of the

type

writer

so quietly

folded silently

with painless, spotlight-less

voice-less error

and drop it

drama free into the waste basket by your calves

from your skirt

because secretaries are discreet

*

her nails

had a voice

but she did not

*

Mrs. Hinton

taught me to type endless amounts of words

without

making a sound

Listen to TinaO Read the Poem here.

My VERY FIRST video ever recorded – 2014

Oh my… It’s interesting to me that I find this video cringe worthy. I realize that says more about my ego than it does about the video doesn’t it?

I think I sound preachy.

I think I risk being ‘divisive’.

I think I sound green and innocent and immature – and feisty.

Isn’t it interesting how much effort it takes to say something publicly?

That is my lesson in this video. I cared a lot about the stand the teachers were taking back then in 2014. The kids were out for five months. Nuts right? But I was firey about supporting the teachers so much so that I decided to share my world view in my first video ever.

This is the video that launched a thousand vlogs.

There are things in this video I want to take back, like the poem I’m reading above. I want to silently remove it from the roller, fold it up and painlessly drop it into the waste basket. And isn’t that interesting too?

The truth is, my position hasn’t changed at all, I just wish I could present it better. Again… totally, my ego talking. This was almost seven years ago. Wild.

You know, I wonder how much more willing we would be to truly say what we think and feel, if we acknowledged the courage it takes to be seen doing and saying anything at all.

I wonder.


This year on December 25th, which is both Christmas Day and my 50th Birthday, I am stepping into a new story…

and I know what I know what I know about how stories work:

Stories won’t let go of you until they’ve been fully heard.

This is release #4 of sixteen weeks of Story Hits (vlog) from as far back as 2013. Some are my favourites, some are yours. If you missed week #1, you can start at the beginning with: Out of the Water here. 

I will be writing more about these moments in both my upcoming book: STORY STONES (coming fall 2021, and in my one woman show: O MY GOD (touring spring 2021).On my 50th Birthday, if you’re on my VIP list, I’ll be sending you 50 Days of Christmas Story Gifts from Dec. 25th to February 12th. If you want some story goodness filled with sneak peeks into the creation and rehearsal process, plus be able to pre-order the book, and order tickets to the show, click here and the let the gifting begin! (You’ll get a bunch of cool story right away)

I have to close one story to open another. 

Thank you for listening.

xT

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s approach to STORY and receive updates about STORY STONES the book, and O MY GOD, her one woman show, click here and you’ll be added to her ‘stay in touch’ list plus she’ll send you a few short intro videos about what story means to her. CLICK HERE for TinaO Story stuff.

Hold on to What You Know – TinaO

Drivers

Listen to TinaO read this poem here.

Four wheels don’t make a driver

Some of us are gap fillers

Never considering how long it takes to stop before we start

or leaving a space between the cars

or a breath before the accident

Drivers read the room

they notice the way the rain hits

the window

It’s the rhythm of our repetition 

and our listening through the weather

that keeps us rooted,

We drive through the exhale we can no longer hear

Drivers always take in

what doesn’t move around them

they drive conversation so they don’t sputter and fall  

they grab up all the discomfort 

like doughy circles of bread

squishing them into cubes

between our fingers 

and palms

smaller and smaller

until just dense enough to stomach them

in one 

efficient swallow

We drive the impossible 

into the wreckage of exhausted potential 

We’re weird like that

Drivers

We think anything can be done,

rescued,

revitalized, 

made into something it’s not 

and never has been

We tell ourselves 

capacity 

is a moveable thing

and not a boundary 

or a sign of where something ends

where we’re so full we simply cannot take any more in

Drivers look at these lines as cartoons, 

something we can erase and redraw

or pick up and put down wherever we need them to be

But drivers don’t read maps this way

on paper

on the road

or in actual life

where breathing back and forth 

can happen,

No,

valleys, cliffs and deserts are not

merely suggestions 

there

We are drivers

and we will drive til it’s done

I am a driver

I have driven the things I want into what I want them to be

Til I see a moment like it’s not 

Til it’s better

Because I made it that way

I get shit done,

I make up new rules for the road

and I can see in the dark

So why?

Why would I stop driving now?

Listen to this poem ready by TinaO here.

Story Hit #3 – Hold on to What You Know

(or How Live Your Best Story Came to Be)

From Where We’ve Been: TinaO’s Story Hit’s Compilation

From October 2016 – almost three months post cancer treatment

These vlogs track where we’ve been together over the last seven years. I share them with you to close one story and open another.

This year on December 25th, which is both Christmas Day and my 50th Birthday, I am stepping into a new story…and I know what I know what I know about how stories work:

Stories won’t let go until they’ve been fully heard.

This is release #3 of sixteen weeks of Story Hits (vlog) from as far back as 2013. Some are my favourites, some are yours. If you missed week #1 and #2 and want  to start from the beginning, you can start here with: Out of the Water

I will be writing more about these moments in both my upcoming book: STORY STONES (coming fall 2021, and in my one woman show: O MY GOD (touring spring 2021).

On my 50th Birthday, if you’re on my VIP list, I’ll be sending you 50 Days of Christmas Story Gifts from Dec. 25th to February 12th. If you want some story goodness filled with sneak peeks into the creation and rehearsal process, plus be able to pre-order the book, and order tickets to the show, click here and the let the gifting begin! (You’ll get a bunch of cool story right away).

Thank you for listening.

xT

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.

If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s approach to STORY and receive updates about STORY STONES the book, and O MY GOD, her one woman show, click here and you’ll be added to her ‘stay in touch’ list plus she’ll send you a few short intro videos about what story means to her. CLICK HERE for TinaO Story stuff.

This is Someday

Earlier, as many provinces in Canada headed into lockdown, I had the pleasure of diving into a rich conversation with James Gardiner as a guest on his show: Conversations in Courage. Jim is a performance coach, speaker, athlete and performer. He is one of the lead coaches with Leapzone Strategies and is described as a ‘super freak’ processor who helps heart-centred entrepreneurs connect the dots to lead spectacular lives driven by heart and soul. From my lens, I’d say, bam – they got that right. 

Here’s a snippet from the first fifteen minutes of our 45 minute conversation. Yep… all this in just fifteen minutes. Yep… that means there’s two more pieces coming to you… For now, this is #1.

Reconnect Inward Conversations in Courage #1

Jim: Hey there everyone, Jim Gardiner here from Leapzone Strategies and welcome to our first of a series of conversations about courage. Quite frankly, these are conversations for you, the viewer, to add some positivity to the stream of consciousness that is ever-expanding around us in this day and time. I invite you to reconnect-in with these conversations. Today I am joined by one of my dear friends, a colleague, and a peer, Tina Overbury.

Jim:  Hey Tina how are you? You’re on Bowen Island, which is a small little island off of the city of Vancouver right?

Tina: I’m great, and yep I’m on Bowen and it’s a bit of paradise for sure. As far as isolation goes, being here, (and not to minimize what we’re in right now), is not so bad. The truth is, I kinda choose to live this way anyway.

Jim: You know, yes, yeah, and I’m living on Vancouver Island which is a huge island yet it’s still an element of being secluded too. I’m in a small town, and it’s the same thing. No matter where we are we can’t hide from what’s in front of us. Before we dive in, why don’t you introduce yourself to those who may not be familiar with your genius. Take it away.

Tina: Cool, thanks Jim. Thanks for having me, and thanks for starting this conversation. It’s a really important time for listening, and that’s what I do, I’m a story coach. When I say that outloud to people, I get: oh that’s interesting, I kind of get it. But if I actually tell you what I do, you might say:  that’s a bit weird, but it’s not weird. Not to me. I’m a professional listener, that’s what I do. I work with people who feel called by a communication of some kind. You might have a book you’re writing, or a keynote taking shape, and some people don’t even know the shape of the communication they’re here to give the world and that’s part of my job too. People come to me when they hear in their heads: I might be crazy but… I think I really need to say this, or I’ve had this thought that’s been keeping me up all night for months  – what do I do with it? 

I’m a collector and sometimes I call what I do story keeping, where I work with people to help them keep the story that’s been entrusted to them. Then I support the structures for that communication to live in the world. Not all of us are made to write a book, and not all of us are made to keynote, but we’re all made to relate and to communicate. My job is to listen to each communicator as the instrument they are and help them align their message. In basic language, I help them write their book, write their keynote, create their blog… but it’s so much more than that.

Jim: We were talking about this a while ago, you take the someday conversation, as in someday I will,  someday I want etc. and you turn that into right now. I think that’s why we’re here. Right now. Having this conversation. Right now more than ever, everyone has the chance to stop and look inward and say okay what are those some days I’ve been toying around with and discussing? How can I make that now?

Tina: Come on out the skinny branches with me if you will. In story language, I say to people: stories are like toddlers. They will chase you around, tug on your sleeve, they’ll throw themselves at your feet – all because they simply want a good listening-to. And in this conversation about someday, just like stories, they are waiting for us. Whatever you want to call it, your purpose, your mission – whatever. Someday is today. It starts now.  Shake hands with that impulse, that mission and say: I’m in. We have the time. Our someday is right now.  

“Shake hands with that impulse and mission and say: I’m in. We have the time. Our someday is right now.” 

Jim: Let’s break that down because I know you know that I know, in my community of people, we’re all kind of cut from the same cloth, and many of us recognize, ironically that what we have more of right now IS time. And alternately, time is our only non-renewable resource. It is our constant limitation. It’s always 24/7. Seven days a week, right through, and 365 days a year. The same time. In this time, how can we inspire others to engage in that inward conversation. What is my someday? What is now? And let’s see what we can do to break open our courage, that rock of courage to stimulate this thought pattern and choice. 

“Let’s see what we can do to break open our courage”

Tina: I think that’s one of the things I appreciate about your work in the world Jim. It’s the way you know how to break down time, and pull it apart into pieces so that we’re present right now. We are doing something each day which can lead us to the thing we’ve been some-daying about. You are skilled in that time piece, and not just the management of time, but the maximizing of our potential in that time, all in bite-sized pieces. You do the whole strategy piece.

Jim: It is incrementalism and its finest, and whether I’m helping somebody build a business or helping somebody check off a bucket list item, it’s the same methodology. It’s the same principle. It’s breaking things down into incremental steps of growth. I find that time is the one constant which can be played on the macro and micro level. I think that’s why, to do well in high-performance sport, time is how we understand our volume of training. It’s periodization of training on a larger scale, and time becomes the cornerstone of everything. 

Tina, what would be a catalyst for people on this to start this journey of time?  Because I think this is where you come in. What is the story we want to create for ourselves? Ultimately if it’s a dream or a goal to write your book, or run a marathon, the reality is, we’re already creating that story in our head.Maybe you can shed some light on that.

“It is incrementalism and its finest.”

Tina: You know I think you nailed it already. Just geek out with me a little bit okay?  When I’m listening to people, it’s almost as if their words shimmer, and thats how I hear them. They come up to the surface and shine so I can hear them. What you just said about time as the cornerstone – I was like: that’s it, that’s the message, that’s the answer to the catalyst of this time. It’s really asking the question: What is the cornerstone of this time for each of us?  What do I want? If I really centred in, and remember, some of us work from the outside in, others from the inside out. My writing partner totally works from the outside in. She writes that way. It’s completely opposite to me who hears, or is peaceful working from the inside out. It doesn’t matter which way you work, neither is better than the other. All I’m trying to say is: when you sit with what is the cornerstone of this time for you? – and just get quiet, or write, or do what you do to connect to you, and just LISTEN to what you want, what do you hear? Jim, are you an internal or external processor? 

“What is the cornerstone of this time?” 

Jim: yeah yeah yeah I definitely work nucleus out. I use a lot of acting analogies, and I enjoy creating a character from the inside out. Adding those layers upon layers upon layers until it becomes a reality. 

In the work that I do, we always say: be clear about what you want, and the how will surface. I think for anyone, this is the point where we take that first step. For those that know me, I talk about stepping into the arena and engaging our warrior mindset. I know some people have reached out because they are kind of hesitating, or paralyzed because they don’t really know what the first move is, and I say: that’s fine, you don’t have to know but remember to take courage and ask what do you want? For some, those answers happen quickly, while others have to really peel back the layers to figure it out.

“Step into the arena and engage your warrior mindset.”

Tina: That’s so what’s cool. You gave us the ‘how’,  which is courage. As a story person I process the world and communication through: who what when where why and how, so the ‘what’ of this question, as in what do we do at this time? = cornerstone. The how, which just arrived = courage.  

Jim: Hmmmm… this is what I love about this. We’re just having conversations and hopefully inspiring others with some insights, and we’re educating each other too. It is about conversation and it is about connection. With your family, and people who are close. It’s keeping that sense of community alive, and above all, it’s time to elevate ourselves. I think we have a duty. I honestly believe in my heart that we each have a duty to multiply our impact. To figure out what our impact is, and what is our potential, and to step into that. Now is the time.

Tina: Wow I love that. I was just going to ask you, which you kind of answered already but, what do you think this time is about? We’re all talking about it and thinking about it. We’re all having conversations around the topic, but not really. You know? What I heard you say is: understand or get to know your potential and impact. This is the time for that. Did I hear that right? 

“We have a duty to multiply our impact.”

Jim: Absolutely. I feel wholeheartedly right now, it is our duty as human beings. We have a duty to ourselves, and each other, to figure this out. I feel we should come out of this time more evolved, whatever that means to you. If people come out of this and don’t change, don’t move the needle forward… it would be sad. It saddens me to think that way. This isn’t about financial means. This isn’t about race, or status positions. This is a horizontal even playing field, and everyone should grow from this experience. 

Tina: Wow. Horizontal playing field for all of us. I hear that. 

Watch for part #2 & #3, and more about the romance of courage in the coming weeks.

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James Gardiner is an Adventurer, Author, Speaker, and Performance Coach with LeapZone Strategies. He works with entrepreneurs and high performers to get in touch with their authentic selves and maximize their business and personal brands in congruence with their life design. As a high performance athlete and accomplished rower and coach he tackles personal and business growth as an athlete, through health and wellness and playing the game to win. I have constructed bodies and minds to perform at peak performance. To James, mindset, is everything.

Find out more about James as a speaker here.

If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s upcoming book: Story Stones or performance dates about her upcoming show O MY GOD, click here.

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Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here

Racism over Dinner – 2

I read THREE posts to my kids over dinner tonight. One from Krista Wallace (current), another from Steve Locke from 2015, and I made them watch a video that has gone viral online about three generations of black men protesting. 

We didn’t discuss much. 

I wanted them to hear it, watch it, digest it and see where it took them. 


Copied from Krista Wallace

The other day I copied and pasted a list of things I can do with impunity because I am white. A lot of people are reposting this list, in reaction to the horrific murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis. The outrage is justified.

But make no mistake, I have white privilege here in Canada, too, and I am not smugly saying, “Oh, those Americans, why can’t they get their shit together?”

~I can walk down the street, go to the grocery store, buy beer [insert virtually any activity here] without someone blaming me for the coronavirus, and yelling at me, or spitting on me, or tripping me, or any other form of abuse.

~I can do all of the above without anyone telling me to go back where I came from.

~I can do all of the above without anyone questioning or judging me for what I choose to wear on my head.

~I can do all of the above without being called a drunk.

~I have clean water to drink.

~I wasn’t brought up by people who were ripped from their families and put in a residential school, where they were subjected to countless atrocities which would cause massive long-term emotional fallout which would affect my entire family for generations… etc.

I could go on, but I think I have made my point. We should be just as outraged by the racism here in Canada, and fix it.

This is a professor, who has the tools to articulate how this encounter affected him. He also has the age and wisdom that allowed for him to maintain his composure and not lose his life. Now, imagine a YOUNG Black person, who is not equipped with either.


Steve Locke wrote:

“This is what I wore to work today.

On my way to get a burrito before work, I was detained by the police.

I noticed the police car in the public lot behind Centre Street.  As I was walking away from my car, the cruiser followed me.  I walked down Centre Street and was about to cross over to the burrito place and the officer got out of the car.

“Hey my man,” he said.

He unsnapped the holster of his gun.

I took my hands out of my pockets.

“Yes?”  I said.

“Where you coming from?”

“Home.”

Where’s home?”

“Dedham.”

How’d you get here?”

“I drove.”

He was next to me now.  Two other police cars pulled up.  I was standing in from of the bank across the street from the burrito place.  I was going to get lunch before I taught my 1:30 class.  There were cops all around me.

I said nothing.  I looked at the officer who addressed me.  He was white, stocky, bearded.

“You weren’t over there, were you?” He pointed down Centre Street toward Hyde Square.

“No. I came from Dedham.”

“What’s your address?”

I told him.

“We had someone matching your description just try to break into a woman’s house.”

A second police officer stood next to me; white, tall, bearded.  Two police cruisers passed and would continue to circle the block for the 35 minutes I was standing across the street from the burrito place.

“You fit the description,” the officer said. “Black male, knit hat, puffy coat.  Do you have identification.”

“It’s in my wallet.  May I reach into my pocket and get my wallet?”

“Yeah.”

I handed him my license.  I told him it did not have my current address.  He walked over to a police car.  The other cop, taller, wearing sunglasses, told me that I fit the description of someone who broke into a woman’s house.  Right down to the knit cap.

Barbara Sullivan made a knit cap for me.  She knitted it in pinks and browns and blues and oranges and lime green.  No one has a hat like this. It doesn’t fit any description that anyone would have.  I looked at the second cop.  I clasped my hands in front of me to stop them from shaking.

“For the record,” I said to the second cop, “I’m not a criminal.  I’m a college professor.”  I was wearing my faculty ID around my neck, clearly visible with my photo.

“You fit the description so we just have to check it out.”  The first cop returned and handed me my license.

“We have the victim and we need her to take a look at you to see if you are the person.”

It was at this moment that I knew that I was probably going to die.  I am not being dramatic when I say this.  I was not going to get into a police car.  I was not going to present myself to some victim.  I was not going let someone tell the cops that I was not guilty when I already told them that I had nothing to do with any robbery.  I was not going to let them take me anywhere because if they did, the chance I was going to be accused of something I did not do rose exponentially.  I knew this in my heart.  I was not going anywhere with these cops and I was not going to let some white woman decide whether or not I was a criminal, especially after I told them that I was not a criminal.  This meant that I was going to resist arrest.  This meant that I was not going to let the police put their hands on me.

If you are wondering why people don’t go with the police, I hope this explains it for you.

Something weird happens when you are on the street being detained by the police.  People look at you like you are a criminal.  The police are detaining you so clearly you must have done something, otherwise they wouldn’t have you.  No one made eye contact with me.  I was hoping that someone I knew would walk down the street or come out of one of the shops or get off the 39 bus or come out of JP Licks and say to these cops, “That’s Steve Locke.  What the F*CK are you detaining him for?”

The cops decided that they would bring the victim to come view me on the street.  The asked me to wait. I said nothing.  I stood still.

“Thanks for cooperating,” the second cop said. “This is probably nothing, but it’s our job and you do fit the description.  5′ 11″, black male.  One-hundred-and-sixty pounds, but you’re a little more than that.  Knit hat.”

A little more than 160. Thanks for that, I thought.

An older white woman walked behind me and up to the second cop.  She turned and looked at me and then back at him.  “You guys sure are busy today.”

I noticed a black woman further down the block.  She was small and concerned.  She was watching what was going on.  I focused on her red coat.  I slowed my breathing.  I looked at her from time to time.

I thought: Don’t leave, sister. Please don’t leave.

The first cop said, “Where do you teach?”

“Massachusetts College of Art and Design.”  I tugged at the lanyard that had my ID.

“How long you been teaching there?”

“Thirteen years.”

We stood in silence for about 10 more minutes.

An unmarked police car pulled up.  The first cop went over to talk to the driver.  The driver kept looking at me as the cop spoke to him.  I looked directly at the driver.  He got out of the car.

“I’m Detective Cardoza.  I appreciate your cooperation.”

I said nothing.

“I’m sure these officers told you what is going on?”

“They did.”

“Where are you coming from?”

“From my home in Dedham.”

“How did you get here?”

“I drove.”

“Where is your car?”

“It’s in the lot behind Bukhara.”  I pointed up Centre Street.

“Okay,” the detective said.  “We’re going to let you go.  Do you have a car key you can show me?”

“Yes,” I said.  “I’m going to reach into my pocket and pull out my car key.”

“Okay.”

I showed him the key to my car.

The cops thanked me for my cooperation.  I nodded and turned to go.

“Sorry for screwing up your lunch break,” the second cop said.

I walked back toward my car, away from the burrito place.  I saw the woman in red.

“Thank you,” I said to her.  “Thank you for staying.”

“Are you ok?”  She said.  Her small beautiful face was lined with concern.

“Not really.  I’m really shook up.  And I have to get to work.”

“I knew something was wrong.  I was watching the whole thing.  The way they are treating us now, you have to watch them. ”

“I’m so grateful you were there.  I kept thinking to myself, ‘Don’t leave, sister.’  May I give you a hug?”

“Yes,” she said. She held me as I shook.  “Are you sure you are ok?”

“No I’m not.  I’m going to have a good cry in my car.  I have to go teach.”

“You’re at MassArt. My friend is at MassArt.”

“What’s your name?”  She told me.  I realized we were Facebook friends.  I told her this.

“I’ll check in with you on Facebook,” she said.

I put my head down and walked to my car.

My colleague was in our shared office and she was able to calm me down.  I had about 45 minutes until my class began and I had to teach.  I forgot the lesson I had planned.  I forget the schedule.  I couldn’t think about how to do my job.  I thought about the fact my word counted for nothing, they didn’t believe that I wasn’t a criminal.  They had to find out.  My word was not enough for them. My ID was not enough for them.  My handmade one-of-a-kind knit hat was an object of suspicion.  My Ralph Lauren quilted blazer was only a “puffy coat.”  That white woman could just walk up to a cop and talk about me like I was an object for regard.  I wanted to go back and spit in their faces.  The cops were probably deeply satisfied with how they handled the interaction, how they didn’t escalate the situation, how they were respectful and polite.

I imagined sitting in the back of a police car while a white woman decides if I am a criminal or not.  If I looked guilty being detained by the cops imagine how vile I become sitting in a cruiser?  I knew I could not let that happen to me.  I knew if that were to happen, I would be dead.

Nothing I am, nothing I do, nothing I have means anything because I fit the description.

I had to confess to my students that I was a bit out of it today and I asked them to bear with me.  I had to teach.

After class I was supposed to go to the openings for First Friday.

I went home.”

~Steve Locke


These are the times we are called to listen.

Listen not just with our ears, but with our ability to hear someone.

Listen not just with our empathy, but with our senses.

Listen not just with our spirit of reconciliation, but with our very being?

First.

What if we didn’t jump to understanding, to coming alongside, to putting ourselves in their shoes, to doing anything?

What if we just let the story of someone’s experience roll over us and into us… wave after wave after wave until the story itself changed us over time?

We move so quickly to make things right, before we’ve even felt what right might be.

I want to meet your story first. Let it have its way with me. Let it change the very cells of me, and from there, I am really with you, and you’ll know it.

What if we approached amends this way – first?

Listen.
Listen.

Listen.

Even when it’s hard.

Especially when it’s hard.

If you’d like to know more about TinaO’s upcoming book: Story Stones or performance dates about her upcoming show O MY GOD, click here.

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Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here

I Want

This is from a box of poetry I uncovered in my office as I was tidying up. I can’t help but notice how self-conscious I feel about it now at fifty, like I want to hide my blossoming from the world as if it’s silly.

I am noticing how embarrassed I feel.

So I’m posting it.

I’m a mom, and as I watch my kid’s mortified fascination as they watch obnoxious videos of themselves at eleven or twelve, I can’t help but think of me here.

When my boys shrink back from their fresh-faced ridiculous selves in their young days, I want to hug them.

Because each stage of our life is a discovery.

And we discover who we truly are by our courage.

Courage to be seen.

Courage to be creative.

Courage to be naive.

Courage to be angry.

Courage to blossom.

So… here is a piece I wrote in my early twenties. It makes me want to cringe now, but then, I really felt like I was being bravely feminine.

I grew up with eight pretty rough and tough brothers and being ‘feminine’ made me a target.

When I remember that, this piece fills me with delight.


I WANT

…to wear candy apple

Red toe nail polish and put my hair in braids

…to go topless on a white beach in the Mediterranean.


I want to be held naked in the water

an ocean, or a lake


I want to wear sarongs

orange, turquoise, purple, emerald green

the colours of tropical fish

and walk barefoot in warm places


I want to ride my bike in France with the taste of exotic wines

on my lips

I want to meet a lover while I’m there

have him speak French to me

as we make love in his loft


I want to write

scads and scads of racy, erotic stories

and spread them around the world under a different name

I want one to come back to me

but read by someone else’s lips


I want to taste succulent

tangy, and salty things

fed to me at some ungodly hour with my eyes closed

and my mouth full of laughter


That’s what I want

more laughter, more desire, more fun


Oh yes,

and some terribly thrilling man who will feed me

mouthful, upon mouthful of

strawberries and cake

This poem was originally published on Medium.

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TinaO is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse Impact Media Group where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow.

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Racism over dinner

Racism over dinner #1

George Floyd, 46, died on May 25 in Minneapolis while being arrested. He was held down by a police officer’s knee and died while pleading in pain that he ‘can’t breathe’. Eight minutes and 46 seconds later, he shut his eyes and stopped breathing and talking. He was pronounced dead shortly after. 

The Black Lives Matter movement was sparked by George Floyd’s death and as a mom to three boys to men, I wanted to open up the conversation at the dinner table. Here is a bit of what I learned from my almost 19, 17 and 10 year old sons and an excerpt from the Facebook Post I shared later that night.

How goes your racism and white privilege conversations at the dinner table…?  

I’m not making light of this even a little bit. I seriously want to know what is happening in your home…? 

I’ll start… I was surprised by how passionate I was, (frankly how threatening I was) around the concept of the boys watching the ‘news media’ as entertainment. I actually made them say out loud my threat… 

‘Mom will personally hunt me down if I EVER watch someone else’s pain as an audience member – my entertainment is NEVER at someone else’s expense’.

Wow.

I am quite surprised by my own passion about this.

Thank you to Kyle Hawke for the Guardian article posted, tracking the 400+ years beginning with the first slave sold on American soil. This showed the magnitude of what is happening and I read it to my boys.

I also read an article about FEAR of any kind of ‘establishment’ and what that can do to a society, and what that means. This of course is a super complex conversation, and tricky.

I tried reallllllllly hard not to judge but instead created a table where people weren’t interrupted or talked down to.

I asked more questions and only gave a few answers.

These conversations are important.

  • We also talked about apathy – and what it means.
  • We talked about white privilege and what it means to us today.
  • We talked about divisive thinking.
  • We role played the George Floyd incident in all positions.
  • We talked about empathy.
  • We talked about the difference between blame and responsibility.

It was a big night at the table over burgers, and it’s our privilege to talk about it from the safety of the white bubble we live in.

The boys very clearly, were passionate about how stupid racism is. 

How it makes no sense at all. 

How the colour of someone’s skin does not determine their value.

That was easy.

Some of the other pieces took more time and more insistence on my part to ‘stay with it’.

Okay… your turn – GO.

What was easy? What was hard for your household?

And whatever you did… it was a start.

However you handled it, you are trying.

Whatever you know or don’t know, you are offering a possibility for change.

You got this…

Keep going.

Please don’t be a bystander.

And you don’t have to be an activist either.

DO talk about it.

Apathy is entitlement.

Apathy is privilege.

Apathy is part of the problem.

What affects you affects me.

Xxt

Here are some of the responses I received:

No dinner conversations needed here. My better half calls me out when I need to reconsider things that come out of my mouth and rightly so. Racism runs deep, deeper than we know, deeper than it’s comfortable to admit. We watched ‘The Hate U Give’ this afternoon. I cried, a lot. I was rattled by it, angered by it and that is good. Now I consider, where to go from here.

‘White Fragility’ will be in my hands for consumption as soon as my better half is done reading it.

We are talking over here too – my proudest moment was when my eldest said to us – “What can we do?”

We started the day with a video of 3 generations of black men at a demonstration. It is raw and difficult. We discussed why they were there and their different perspectives. Claus and I shed tears. We discussed white privilege, white saviorism, internalized and generational racism. We discussed how Canada thinks we aren’t as bad as the US and how Canada is racist. We discussed what it might be like if their dad were black and the boys were half black vs half German and half Jewish and how it is a privilege to hide their hidden minority. How there are people in the world who would hate them for being half Jewish… So heavy. I started a thread to share resources for white folks to start to dig into these subjects.

My partner is in the process of renouncing his U.S. citizenship to become Canadian, and is going through a lot of major life changes at the moment. So in a way, I was reluctant to bring it up, since he is under lots of stress. But I had made the decision to not remain silent anymore, so I said that I had been reading and watching and learning a lot about what’s happening in regards to racism these days. Even though I know that racism is one of the things that angers him, I noticed how I was a bit afraid to continue. After a few moments, he asked me to tell him more. So I did. About the struggles, and the mixed feelings out there, and the uncertainty of what to do, and that I’m not ok with being a silent anti-racist supporter anymore. That I am trying to find ways to be in action. He was receptive and interested. The biggest takeaway was my reluctance to talk about it. Perhaps it’s from having worked in a federal prison for 15 years and seen enough atrocities to last a lifetime. But that’s what privilege is, isn’t it? I get to choose how much atrocity to let in. They don’t. I will not leave them alone in it anymore.

Thanks for asking this, Tina. Here’s how it went in my household (with a seven year-old). Me: So, hey you know I read you that story that really upset you, that showed how black people escaped from slavery? Him: Uh, yeah. Me: Well look at this picture (photo of protests). This sign held by a kid your age says, “How could we come this far, to only come this far.” And then I go on to tell him about Ahmed Aubrey and George Floyd, and how horrible things like this happen every day, done by white people, to black people. And how here in Canada, most often horrible crimes like that happen to First Nations people most often. And then he said, “Can I go play now?”

Mine’s 11, and ASD, so our conversations aren’t quite as nuanced, yet, but we’re talking.

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here