Days of spaciousness and rest, connection and care, the folkwork of being together. The gentle freedom, your own cadence. Where our attention (and our dreams) travel to. Autumn turns toward winter and we lay this year down to rest. The days shorten and we drip sweet honey into their corners, come to land and to center to practice and to pause.
In contemplation and in circle, in silence and in story, we remember who we’ve been and who we are becoming. Build bridges of presence between these versions of ourselves, and each other.
We remember how to listen.
We are, and this is, held in the spirit of restful connection.
Come as you are, in your human-ness, your human-mess.
Give yourself a break, a breath. Walk in kindness.
This is space for whatever needs space