Not just the cleansing rains, but the time out of time, the making, the meaning.
From dream circles to gyro tonics, lure making to pine needle weaving, image making with rust, and rustic making with power tools - Woodlanders, like a dream, seems to disappear into the mists all too quickly. One isn't quite sure of the sequence. And every Woodlander will have different interpretations, different memories, different longings.
There is instant community of newcomers and old timers alike. Food is shared along with stories. There are no assignments. No one needs to be told. Things fall into place as if carefully orchestrated.
Behind the scenes, Dan Mack our gentle giant of a magician is gently casting his spells of wonder. Then stepping back while we each in turn take a lead.
But, we Woodlanders follow like children falling in step behind the Pied Piper, in search of a 400 year old tree, which remains unfound until fall when the bare trees will reveal its location for next year's pilgrimage.An ephemeral, metaphysical and literal bridge was created from the forest floor and helping hands in search of another tree. This one found! A story told so well I felt I'd been there myself, though I was off driving in search of Black Dirt.
For me, the most magical moments are often around a campfire. And this one was particularly noteworthy for its flame was a counterpoint to the slide show projected on a tent enclosure hung on its sides. We weren't telling ghost stories but art stories.
For more about Woodlanders a virtual visit to rustic making and other artists and makers, visit Dan Mack online. And watch for ORBS with his Anima in another post soon!
May all your days be filled with the Magic Medicine of wonder and surprise, dreams that imitate life, and life that imitates dreams.
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