Reflections
A large team of harvesters co-created this beautiful landscape - a graphic memory of our time together. Stewart said it reminded him of his home around the Roper River in NT, and the communities that surrounded it - discrete communities and all connected.
Thank you to everyone who made their mark, by making sense of what we learned or expressing their creativity visually! It will have its home on Coochie :) Download a copy of the graphic harvest here Here is a link to the audio recording of the meta harvest from our 3 days together, created by all of us, and written and delivered by Jane. (You may get better sound using headphones) Here is a link to a printed version of the meta harvest Cooee
Come here I am calling you To my island home yes, Yes, YES Tell the ancestors we are coming Ask them to welcome us and let us come home to each other, to ourselves Sacred circle Sacred spaces linked through millennia behind us millennia after us holding all things holding no thing Gifting us shelter and courage at the centre of chaos Come, to the temple of the Dogwoman Pay most attention to the dash in the middle Life is bleak, yet beautiful in the end If not us, then who? Four circles linked, folded together in practice Host self Host others Be hosted Be together Walk beside a stranger through ironbark and stringybark Tread the red soil to the point that brings you here Stacked squares linked by power Circles linked with circles nourished by each other Think! Sense! What is it? Simple? You know the rules Complicated? The expert knows what to do Complex? Do more of what’s good and less of what’s not Chaos? Stabilise, and give birth to the new Breathe in, open wide Hold, hold, hold in the turbulence till you see the emergence Breathe out let come the convergence What is the most wicked question that holds such power that people cannot help but come? Tell a story Tell of courage Hear your warrior self reflected back at you A triad is a shape that’s fearsome and it’s something different from a threesome Open your mind your heart your will and fall, fall, fall Let go at the base of the U Let go, let come You are warmly invited into stepping up and finding your dharma in the washing up Come eat the fruit of the sea at the Red Rock Cafe and celebrate two special Coochie birthdays And maybe, if you can stay awake, you’ll trek to the hall and commune with Cate Morning practice for 2 It’s a new day Roped together, create, dance and sway But don’t let go or Amy’s away! I am alive in learning I am the old old stump of the tree Fairy caves on my island bounded by an emerald fringe We are intertwined in a cosmic dance Bow down low before the Queen of Cafe You know to move When you hear the donkey bray Listen to the clock Tick Tock Tick Tock What time is it now? Disconnection time Connection time Chaos time Island time Action time Now is the hour We are the ones we have been waiting for Oh, what to choose in Learning Marketplace? Passionate and responsible we’re in Open Space Plant seed, give it water Grow corn for the people Harvest magic, not minutes Gympie girls gonna come out to play Wheelchair car surfing Tree climbing Fire twirling and The time I surrendered We surrendered to the stories of margins rubbed out forever of bush knives and menace on the slopes of 7 shillings of beer and a bingo win that brought you home of Gypsy kidnap and scrubbing and scrubbing till you finally let go of a choice between death and love and of choosing, and surrendering to love Last check in Graced with the gifts of baby energy loving kisses and a man fully of his tribe sharing history and culture I am freshwater, but I can talk to saltwater now I am a visitor but the ancestors know I am here I greet them every day, in language I am home in this place far from home Community, how does it serve? Deeply All the same way New beginnings Wisdom and advice Expanding my boundaries Helping me up when I fall My tribe Learning, mirroring Union, common unity A lot Keeps me alive Nurtures more than words Knows my children Takes away my anger It’s where we meet each other 7 breaths held by 1 breath Dare to pass over the threshold of longing breathe in breathe out until you reach that moment you are reaching now and pass over the threshold of memory Call out Call out to your tribe for help It is kind to ask for help The one who cannot ask for help cannot be trusted What’s next? What’s beyond what we have? Bringing our whole selves every part Managing ourselves Letting purpose evolve Teal Where are we? Walking the 2 loops and finding our place We have trembled, swaying, precarious on the edge of the kutcha cliff We have surrendered and dived inscribing the arc of the circle we have cut into the water with our purpose and are enclosed warm, calm, clear and have broken the surface to breathe in and out and swim decisive stroke after stroke towards the future of our collective creation What’s that? Can you hear it? In the distance across the water In the whoosh of the wind in the she-oaks COOEE We are calling you Come home Let go Let come Come home We are coming We are coming home Coochiemudlo Island September 11 2015 |