Time to go back to the words of the moors and the trees.
To lovingly recall our wonder.
Once upon a time...
Oral storytelling, fireside and wilderness events
If we're going to save ourselves from insanity and catastrophe, we'll need to restore our wonder for life.
Recalling Fire is a storyteller's invitation to gather around mythology, folklore and song in the embrace of stars, stream water and leaf litter...
Walk the wilds, speak the words of our forebears and reconnect with our storied lands. Invite darkness and travel beyond this era's boundaries of hard rationale and 'always summer', 'always on'. Follow your deep, animal intuition to get outside. Share fire. Meet others.
Maybe, in the twilight, meet yourself.
Guided by the deep wisdom of trauma and rebirth , it's a call to open our eyes a little wider.
"Myticism, myth and mystery are all related to the Greek musterion: ‘to close the eyes or the mouth’. All refer to experiences that are obscure and ineffable, because they are beyond speech, and relate to the inner rather than the external world.”
Weeping at the crossroads
We are journeying together through the valleys of a choking planet, suffering crises of fear and separation and obfuscation. Which way can we turn?
The wolf knows. She's howling for us to take a sharp exit from the path we're stumbling down and pause. Listen.
Once, fireside storytelling was the heart-song of a community, the meeting place of elders and youngers, ancestors and descendants, wisdom and vitality. A place to see ourselves in one another, history and nature.
In these times of confusion, intolerance, crisis...
We can call it back.
What does your deep intuition say?
Somewhere inside, we know the path. The first moment is not complex. When we clear the brambles away from our hearts, the old footprints will still be there.
Pushing deeper into our nature, breathing and weaving our words of place, fire and myth, we might just begin to feel the rain falling on the land of our parched spirituality.
Maybe then will we bring wonder back to the ordinary.
Maybe then we will honour this remarkable planet of ours.
We can do this. We must. If not for our own lives, then for the descendants we’re dreaming of.