Our program and the Living Myth we’re creating are intertwined. Workshops and Rituals central to the core theme are presented in a story format (following The Story Thus Far…). Additional panels, workshops, and rituals are presented afterward. A full program detailing days and times will be available onsite.
The red portions are the workshops and rituals themselves. Read it all the way through to see how they tie into the whole story!
A little note about Heather Dale. “Heather finds new insight within old material, and cheerfully fuses the Celtic folk tradition with a healthy mix of world music and rock influences.”http://heatherdale.com
the sacred HearthFire acts as a beacon to draw the tribe as one. In the ruins of the past, we mingle the ashes of yesterday, with burning hope of tomorrow.
Where once we howled at the moon, now dark spirits roam with abandon. Even the land herself shudders in the face of an impending threat. We must show them reverence and consideration for their trials to come. Best to lay low, biding our time and gathering knowledge. Now is the time for us to remember the past – to entertain the tribe and the spirits through stories, music and good conversation.
We raise our eyes to the heavens. The celestial canvas unfolds like clockwork, revealing hints of the
divine order of Creation.
Newcomers are welcome, but be prepared to hit the ground running.
In history they’ve been known as bards, skalds, storytellers, and artists. But the Poet isn’t a professions, it’s a way of understanding and being in tune with Creation. Fields as diverse as Mathematics, Science, Medicine, Contruction, Marketing and Customer Service have all had their share of true Poets. For poets all have one thing in common – the ability to listen, and a profound awareness that things are rarely what they seem. And it doesn’t take the sensitivty of a Poet to realize the summer has been particularly hot and unforgiving. Withered crops and the promise of a bleak harvest tell the story well enough. Perhaps the tribe was too hasty in the killing of the Winter King? With the scales tipped, could we come to regret what’s to follow?
Those with keen ears for listening can often pull them from the whisper of the wind, the rustling of leaves, or the sigh of rain drops. Stories are meant to be told, and with no one to hear or tell them, they wither and die like orphans. Some stories are unpleasant to tell, but they must be given voice none the less. We’re all gifted with the ability to hear the voices of the unspoken. We all have the ability to cast aside the noise of the everyday, and listen to the whispering wellspring of life. But some are more attuned than others. They are the Oracles, who speak neither for Gods or the dead, but for everything in Creation that transcends common speech or understanding. Do you hear the whispers? Can you recall the stories long forgotten by the living, or those never spoken? The true home beckons, like a Siren beckonning to the sailors on a perilous Odyssey. And like the sailors, our journey is not without it’s dangers. Who amongst us will take the first footsteps to more profound understanding?
but they have troubles of their own. The land spirits are under siege. The land is threatened with destruction. Like the stories of old, a bull rages, sowing destruction in it’s wake. It is fueled by the uncontested King of Summer. So strong and mighty is the bull, how while the tribe be able to stop it? Where swords and axes fail, perhaps music could soothe the savage beast?
We gather as one – the tribe, the ancestors, and the spirits of the land.
the wind on the hill. The tribe has come seeking answers from the ghosts of memories and the spirits of the land. But such relationships require an exchange, the spirits have their own goals and dreams, beyond simply servicing our curiosity and desires. We have honoured them, and helped to strengthen their land. But as they have given us their hospitality, we should in turn do the same. At blackest night, when the Veil between worlds lay at it’s thinnest, the elders of the tribe seek to build a gateway between the ancient lands and the true home of our sacred reality.
Having strengthened old friendships and alliances, we can take the opportunity to listen to the stories of the land itself.
Our time here has been a fruitful one. We’ve given back to the land that has nourished us for so long. We’ve given our respects to the ancestors. And in turn, we’ve been given a guide to lead us to the true home.
Christin Dennis Shared a beautiful tale with us. This tale was accompanied by the entrancing sound of his Native American flute. In this workshop Christin will be showing us how to make, tune, and decorate our own Native American flutes. You will leave this workshop with your own playable flute.
In this workshop, we will talk about ancient ancestral relationships through the art of making miniature idols which you will be able to carry with you and confide in wherever you go. Through guided meditation, we will attempt to become inspired by those who encircle us daily and work towards building/continuing good and sound relationships with them.