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​ … to be a man at the Human Reunion, making a promise.

Human ReUnion Ceremony in the Magpie Wheel Stone Circle 2016 Men’s story – by Jay Jacoby The Woman’s story – is told by Joanna Watters ​Something big was happening, exciting and scary, as nobody could know the depth of feeling that was about to be called up. I knew I wanted to experience this with my wife and that meant …

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Pat McCabe – Reunion between Men’s Nation and Women’s Nation

Human ReUnion Ceremony in the Magpie Wheel Stone Circle 2016 Woman’s story – by Joanna Watters The Men’s story – is told by Jay Jacoby On Thursday April 21st, Pat McCabe, otherwise known as Woman Stands Shining, visited Embercombe for the 3rd time – this time bringing 5 guests with her – women from other indigenous nations across the world. …

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Dreamers Corner: Questions Unabound

Questions unbound bound unboundaried around the forest woodland that surrounds me. Thoughts falling from my mind shed as the leaves are dropping to decay back into the earth. Slow descent into winter wordless and songful listening to the spaces between. Autumn into winter The spaces open physically From a riot of colour to the bare skeleton Skeleton woman Married and …

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To A Beech

Spread twig fingers. Shed your leaves. Those that linger: They may grieve When comes the winter But come spring, New buds splinter, New blooms bring That grow and swell Concentric bands That breathe and dwell Upon this land. Plumb the darkness. Glory light. Show us far less Than you might. Keep us guessing Of your roots. Don’t confess in Subtle …

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Aimlessly Pondering

Sometimes its right to just walk without purpose, To wander out of constraints, Into the blurry and out of focus, Away from comforting arms, That hold you, support you with their wildish, other worldly charms. You can’t walk there, access restricted, But why must we abide only what we are permitted? This world is free, except for just there, Except …

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‘Time’ – a poem by volunteer, Sarah Twigg

How much I have frittered away Leaving loaded expectations hanging on lost tomorrows I’ll attend to my dreams later Like they were just dreams …floating in the distance Like somehow they would just happen if I waited …and waited …and distracted myself …and waited. Time isn’t that thing you had last Tuesday when you sat down in front of your …

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From the Dreamer’s Journal – A Poem

When did I become a tourist here? Forgot how to see and how to hear? Hear the sea, see the here, now. How did my feet become so soft? And when did I decide TV was a better way to chase my time away? Than watching glowing embers breathe and sigh, beneath the fire-full, star-rimmed sky? When did I internalize …

From the Dreamer’s Journal – Life, everywhere.

In no particular order… Life… everywhere… I am surrounded. I glance to my left and there, a metre from the jetty floats a type of fly that hasn’t been looking so lively for the last couple of minutes. No movement, and on top of that, the mini-flies keep checking him out, maybe even taking mini bites in the split seconds they …