6th Sept Migration

MIGRATION

A change in the landscape 

moving from place to place 

into pausing … 

a  boundary.

Transition into the next  

Shaping the backbone of foraging 

leaving trails of seeds 

to be grown into new plants  

creating new land 

by Sophia

Migration 

The journey to the barn
familiar, inevitable
the others I pass and am passed by them, then alone
The Barn I hold in my heart and mind - a vision of cream and thatch in a wild green garden
I am drawn to pressing myself against the barriers to the meadows -  the warm wood of gates and springy touch of barbed wire.
I see a flock of black cows taking off following the largest in front, gradually slowing to all graze again.  The one at the back is white - does it know?
An abandoned black boot at a foot gate. Forensic
I see a family sitting in ‘our’ meadow and I am indignant. I stop dancing and walk
Eventually arriving at The Barn.  It has man-made grey rubble newly laid down for cars leaching away my vision.

By Bee

DIL Sept 7 2015

DIL September 7 2015

Clare, Bee, Yumino, Sophia

theme   migration

cat horse dog human car plane tractor
dead rabbit
bird feather dragonfly
mushroom blackberry
everything needs a migration
leaves trees fallen trees open apples
shadow blaze light
trudge of walking
crossing borders boundaries
limping ground shifting
roll a stone with foot
throw crab apples
a field of yellow
so few birds
smell of horse pooh & garden flowers
children on horses picnickers
cars going and parked
wires taking power and framing
post box, letter box
rubbish glass
nettles seeds
each touch is a migration
sound of birdsong
cry of buzzard
water under bridge puddle
stream going onwards
gate open and closing
hope and death
CW

14th June 2015

Rhythms within us, in movement around us and in the patterns in nature..
&
Wild flowers..
Poem: Perspective without any point in which it might vanish
by Jane Hirshfield from her book The Beauty.
Each dil picked one flower as long as there were many, to bring to the Barn after our hour amongst the flowers. Flowers chosen were common sorrel (male & female), yellow rattle, red campion, oxeye daisy. Using The Observer Book of Wild Flowers 1965

May 9th 2015

May 9th 2015

Jo's words:
Contemplating bereavement.
DiL at Mwnt and the Witches Cauldron, Pembrokeshire. Wales.
In memory of Laura’s Dad and in celebration of wild flowers.

12 April 2015

Soundscape

Bee:

We surrendered to sound.  Wide open field of listening then a tuning in and back out again, ears pressed against trees and earth, responding with our bodies. Other creatures hearing ourselves.

Awash in the pine sea
finger waggling, body jerking jazz dialogue with a bird

22nd February 2015

'Pine' 

poem by Clare:

the tree takes its death slowly

I am sheltered under a tree that has not finished falling

earth hangs, thread -roots over head, not under feet

I am under the avalanche of torn apart mud lava 

view changed to ground level, skin level, soil

I hold a fallen tree on my back, cannot hold this fall

a beech blanket, flesh open to air for the first time

I lie under a fallen tree leaving 

if it broke now I would die

a hidden earthing

Words by Sophia

Thank you all for sharing your giggles, movement, ice, badger bracken, skipping, fence demolishing, dances, food stories. I made us all the sap ointment,  so Christa could take hers home back to Holland.

Hazels  swaying  high and tall

my body reflecting the motion

of wind taking the whispering 

till I can' t feel my own dance

just the to and fro

and softly back into pause

with grass icescape ice sky

wet bark fragility

7th December 2014

Birds

In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.

heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds

Clare writes:

a response to the new shooting of birds at Bunces Barn, we walked with much time watching, listening and finding a way to be with birds, arrived in strong sun with the magic of presence to unfold the beauty inherent in the place. Then Yumino asked us to work with the image of the internal organs and the throat to imagine how the sounds were made and how to do that through the body, eyes closed, then we drew closer with these and worked together, then in magnificent autumn gold sun, we flew like birds in movement.