Posts Tagged ‘WMtE13’

WMtE13 – Weaving ourselves back into co-ecolution

Sunday, May 27th, 2012

Because of the constellation lunch was late and we reconvened halfway the afternoon, back on the porch where we had this incredible interweaving with nature the day before. Judy invited us to check in, but we were silent, nobody spoke. Sitting in a half circle we were all facing outwards, with nature filling half of the circle.

loooooooooooong silence…

What if our soul becomes the leader of the pack, so that the ego can rest?

Is there a purpose why this frog and this bee ended up here?

Maybe not-knowing is less frightening in a collective?

Maybe ‘weaving ourselves back into nature’ is not right, and we are weaving ourselves back into co-evolution?

This last thought was kind of new to me. It made me humble to realize, as a human being, how we co-evolved with all around us, visible and invisible. We are so used to think of ourselves as on top of the food chain, and being like that forever – unchangable. But we are also part of evolution and we co-evolve, with the earth, just as this butterfly is linked with this specific flower and plant and co-evolved with it over time. As humans we are small and also under influence of these larger, bigger forces. Seeing ourselves within this co-evolution, maybe, brings us back into wholeness?

There is a mystery at heart of his co-evolution, something that we probably will never understand. We better enjoy it, enjoy its unfolding, instead of being frightened by the unknown in it.

Back to the overall question of our gathering: What if we could experience being natural, wild beings in a collective, in deeper mutual relationship with natural rhythms and cycles of the earth? important insights came up.

The wild is what is.
Simple sentence, but with profound implications.
The wild is what is.
This tied me back to the importance of witnessing; the noticing, the seeing of what is present – including the being seen, and being witnessed. As someone summed it up: In resonance the wildness is present.

So wildness is not how we normally picture it: being wild like a wild lion in the bush, or being wild as drunken youngsters in a music festival. No, being wild is being indigenous, in mutual relationship with all aspects of what exists around us. It is being in resonance with all of life – the pro-verbial plastic bags included.

WMtE 13 – Capitalism is exhausted

Saturday, May 26th, 2012

Again, I’m sitting outside in the morning, the sun is doing its best! I’m sitting with the sound of birds – many different ones, and the sunlight pouring through the huge pine trees. I recognize now the song of the wood thrush, a bird we don’t have in Belgium. I’ve also come to know the sound of the tree frogs, mostly in the afternoon and the evening.

The blue lilies have opened up themselves during our time here, and a lot of buds are ready to burst open with some more warmth and light. I notice the sound of wild turkeys, and now and then a car passing by. This is gracious land, kept untouched, undeveloped they name it, for different generations, and it is bursting with life!

It is easy to stay centered and openhearted in this environment. Encountered with noises of breakfast preparations during the morning meditation, L. shared this question with us: Can we meet and great ‘the plastic bag’ with the same reverence and presence than (ideal) nature? It might not have this memory from itself… nature seems to have this immanent presence, this inner stillness, which is probably why it reminds us of our inner presence and why it feels so nurturing and restoring to us.

B. shared the profound insight she got by getting feedback from a few others and how she realized deeply that we need a conscious collective to point this out to us, in respect and love. It re-members us that we are also the deep water, the depth of the ocean and not only the stories – the family stories, the media stories, our childhood stories…

This brought us to: What is the next story for society? Rekindling a memory in myself of deep seeing that both communism and capitalism had a positive core when they started forming, but over the years these evolutionary experiments have hit a wall of going too extreme. I can’t describe the laughter that erupted from J., linking her sudden tiredness with ‘maybe capitalism is exhausted!’ It showed us the bigger evolutionary perspective and how funny and relative all ‘fighting for god causes’ or ‘struggle against what goes wrong’ actually is.

It was time for a break (and again yammy smoothies made by J.!)

After the break we used systemic constellation work to look into the evolving project on this land, to learn that relationships needed to be re-established to be able to move to the next step.

No-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies

Friday, May 25th, 2012

I don’t know who took initiative to come up with some cookies – good and healthy – but we loved them and they appeared back the next day! (sorry no pictures, we ate them all!)

No-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies

1 cup sucanat – raw sugar (or 2/3 cup date sugar)

¼ cup chocolate powder (or carob powder)

¼ cup of almond milk (or rice milk, or soymilk)

2 tablespoons oil

1/3 cup peanut/almond butter (smooth or crunched)

1 teaspoon of vanilla essence

1 ½ cup oat flakes

1. in medium saucepan, combine sucanat, chocolate powder, the almond milk and oil. Stir constantly and bring to a rolling boil. Cook for 1 ½ min.

2. Add nut butter and vanilla and mix well. Add oat flakes and mix again. Drop the mixture by the spoonful onto a sheet of waxed paper. Cookies will harden as they cool.

If you like, you can add raisins and/or walnuts as they are cooling; or use more of your imagination.

WMtE13 – Resonance in the field

Friday, May 25th, 2012

Checking my email during this gathering I was struck by the messages that would fit right in with what was happening in our field. So, one morning, or maybe after a break, I was reading them to the other participants. They speak about the listening, the silence and the stillness, the witnessing and even the cooking! For you to enjoy too!

Posted on Facebook by Yasuhiko Genku Kimura:

Every line of thought I pursued in coherent theory-making always revealed at the end its inherently nonsensical nature, for in the process of developing my thought my make-sense-ability also seemed to develop to a higher level. Every time echoing Ludwig Wittgenstein I utter the sentence, “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must pass over in silence” (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, Proposition 7) and then restart a new line of thought. Thus the goal of thought disappears and the process becomes the purpose—the process of ever-deeper open engagement with Being, which is what Thinking is.

Posted by Hala, a dear friend of Women Moving the Edge, living in Lebanon:

the best words are the silent ones which express more fully what no word can express ~ it is in this expansive silence and gift that I close my day, which started with “preporate” – making me stop and feel that a new language is present to host our connections and relational fields ~ with deep gratitude to all who contributed, participated and joined physically or by heart in bringing life form celebration moments to nSite and moving me into this expansive silence and gift ~

And some more by Hala:

the fullness came through the fullness of the witnessing and the fullness of the collaborative cooking process, and the celebration of both by sharing moments of eating delicious foods collectively spread on the tables in the space

WMtE13 – Wild again…

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

We took a long lunch pause to let this rich content sink in and let it digest a bit. We were mostly in silence and on our own. We reconvened on the screened-in porch. In the morning we had gathered in the living room, then the sun had called us out in front of the house after the break, but by noon it had already become too hot!

The porch is a bit long and narrow for a circle of seven chairs, we were sitting more in an oval, than a circle. Not much was spoken… long stretches of silence unfolded…

The morning had brought the realization of the importance and simple act of “I see you.”; which brought back the deep realisation from a constellation in a previous Women Moving the Edge gathering, where the representative of Earth has said: “The simple act of witnessing me, is amplifying my resilience.”

In the silence I was musing on all of this.

Identity…

Boundaries…

Witnessing…

Seeing…

What if we remove fixed boundaries and witness the essence?

What if we replace identity with uniqueness?

Authenticity doesn’t seem to need a fixed boundary to be in a relationship or in resonance…

This was all going on in my thinking, but energetically, in my body, a shifting was going on, a recalibration in my cells and energy system to our new understanding. I had to lay down to let the energy doing its thing.

B. called for movement, felt a need to stretch her body, as if her body needed to expand. She invited all of us to do the same. The circle disappeared in silence and each of us was following the energy in her body as natural as we could… some silent, some little noises made, some deeper breathing, some responding to sounds of birds and insects outside.

Again it was silent for a long time. Eventually, we ended up sitting and laying in a half circle, all facing outwards, in total connection – communication – resonance with nature around us, so present and close, with only the veil of the screen of the porch.

There were tree frogs telling a story,

then they were listening.

We were listening,

then listened to.

Witnessing going on in all directions.

I could sense ‘the collective’ of the forest becoming more present – almost tangible – than the individual trees.

Because we were, as a collective, witnessing the whole?

It was magic.

More silence.

It was amazing, fascinating and not anything I had experienced before. We were all in awe for what happened.

We came into rapport with nature,

as embodied human beings.

We reconnected with our indigenosity,

we wove ourselves back into nature,

the fragmentation undone,

the bridge re-established.

We became wild again.

WMtE13 – Awaken your spirit to adventure

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012

This poem came to me through Facebook, and seemed to fit right in… The picture is from the land, from old logs doing their dying and composting thing.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

John O’Donohue

WMtE 13 – The bird knows we are in this together

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012

On Saturday afternoon we had a most remarkable afternoon. Already the morning had been so rich that I was flabbergasted with the rich content that had been shared.

We talked about language and words….
… hearing the birds respond to each other… so many languages going on that we don’t understand…
… and words are limiting… yesterday’s way… just a handle… easy to let the sacred slip away…

We talked…
about the yearning, the longing not to be cut of from the natural rhythms,
about the courage to speak from source,
about being vulnerable and still trusting.

We dived deeper, trying to understand what is ‘being wild and natural’’ – as is part of our guiding question.
… untamed, but with a structure…
… listening, tuning in to one self…
… unmediated..
… intangible, but present…
… beyond articulation…
… so alive, but like a whisper…

And what is ‘a collective’?
… a safe holding in order to be wild…
… to imagine the unimaginable, the undefined…
… where the future is born…

Begin natural and wild in a collective, is giving space for each orbit.
(as the electrons, quarks etc. in a molecule)

But there was way more to unfold!

There had been a story shared about an encounter with a morning dove, with the realization ‘the bird knows we are in this together’;
another story of a deer leading the human to show its little ones;
and a meeting with a fern in an experience of total unity.

Then pain came up of being misguided into the belief of fragmentation,
the belief in a chasm,
the betrayal of higher and lower…

We relate to the words, the concepts…
chair…
dove…
tree…
instead of relating with the being itself, with respect.
L. shared this with her tears and said: “I have to remake myself; my mind sees it, but my cells don’t know…”

The cells would know soon enough…

WMtE 13 – Embracing the curiosity of the emergent

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

Did you read the title above?

It was J., our youngest participant – who also cares for our meals and excellent smoothies (!) – who translated my sharing on ‘love making with the future’ in these words: embracing the curiosity of the emergent. I love it!

I realized yesterday how sensing into the future has become a habit for me, a normal state of being almost. Always sensing into what is trying to form, what possible connections might lead to a next minimal step? It is so fun, so joyful to relate with the future in a way that you look out for what will happen next time your lover is around. The sense of joyful expectations! The sense of Santa Claus bringing presents that are a full surprise, but just right.

I love to be in this expectant, pregnant space. So curious how the new baby is going to look like and anticipating what its uniqueness might be.

Oh, my god! The weather is just perfect here! Total blue sky, sun from morning till evening, a cool house to eat, a porch in the shade… and a tent next to the trees for me to sleep in at night. It is after lunchtime now on our first full day; we agreed on having a long lunch break. B., the steward of this incredible place, is sewing some vegetables in her permaculture garden. Joey, the dog, enjoys digging holes next to her.

I’m sitting on the granite boulders that were once the sides of a colonial route. Amazing to realize that some hundreds of years ago people were walking here and travelling with horses and carriages… and what was even here before that? Land and humans constant in a joint evolution.

As much as there is doom and gloom, pain and struggle in the world, there is the anticipation of a future full of potential.

The door is opening…

and we need to go through it together.

WMtE13 – Medicine from the heron

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

It is Saturday morning as I write this. Most people are preparing and eating their breakfast, some in silence, others talking softly. I just went out for a walk to the swamp nearby. I was contemplating on ‘being in mutual relationship with nature’; a concept or idea that came up a lot yesterday. Some proposed to use ‘rapport’ or ‘attunement’ instead of the more academic sounding ‘relationship’.

At the swamp – most likely the work of beavers – there are a lot of death trees, and has a nest of a blue heron on top of it. Quite amazing to see it so clearly peak out into the sky, above the quiet and still water. He/she is there! Right on the nest! I wanted to capture him with my camera. But how does that sit with this mutual relationship?

I noticed how my labeling – ‘a blue heron!’ (including exclamation mark!) – removes me from this being; installs a distance between him/her and me. I tried to move closer, paying a lot of attention not to make too much noise while stepping on fallen branches and leaves. Still, I was in ‘separation mode’. Then I decided to ‘do’ nothing. I sat still for quiet some time, not ‘trying to take a picture’, but just me sitting here and the heron sitting over there.

I noticed several black birds nearby, as if they were making their morning toilet, ruffling their feathers and wings with a soft sound I never heard before.

The heron was still sitting still on the nest. The only movement I noticed was him/her looking either left or right. Now, this was an example of stillness! When he took off, he/she didn’t have a plan upfront I guess. He just responded to some outside noise or clue, or something instinctual from the inside.

What if we could live from this stillness?

Yesterday, in our sharing, the big difference between our being together here, with no expectations – learning to speak and act from the inner spark – and the busyness of daily, Western culture.

Why do we go with this mainstream rhythm, even when we don’t like it?

Do we need to take more medicine in from the heron?

Arriving for the next Women Moving the Edge gathering

Friday, May 18th, 2012

Judy and I arrived here by noon, with lunch almost made ready by Beth. We are hosted in a fabulous place here, in New Hampshire. An ecological built new house in the midst of many acres of wild land, and a nature reserve across the street.

We started our checkin, with the three of us of this hosting team, on the porch. Sitting in the sun was almost too warm! We are literally IN nature here. Beth has accomplished a lot in making a garden with flowers and vegetables over the last three years, but brambles and wild life isn’t very far, and the trees are huge – 50 to 60 years old. I love it here.

The first thing we noticed as we stepped out of the car and – of course! – straigth into the garden were two big butterflies on the overwintered scallions now in bloom. We looked it up: the two-tailed swallowtail; indeed the biggest butterflies around here.

In the check-in we related ourselves with the question that will guide this gathering:

What if we could experience being natural, wild beings in a collective,

in deeper mutual relationship with natural rhythms and cycles of the Earth?

I wondered how to be ‘wild as a butterfly’? how to be flexible as a pine tree in the wind? We shared and exchanged about the differences between construction and creation, planning and flow, headspace and being present. We ended with the inquiry and the challenge of learning how to be in flow even when dealing – collectively – with practical day-to-day tasks. This is where the real trust in flow and collective comes in. It is kind of easy to trust the flow when dealing with matters of the soul, but do we dare, do we trust the flow when it comes to practical things like doing dishes, preparing meals and cleaning?

We also touched upon the fact that with ‘collective’ in the question, we don’t only mean us, human beings, but also the animals, the trees, subtle energies and so much more. I think we will start our gathering tomorrow again with a coning, as in the previous gathering.

Beth and I have set up a tent for me right before dinner, a big one with a lot of space. For me this gathering will be a blending of camping and hosting a gathering. I already know that I will enjoy it a lot!