This weeks Elders was a fruitful day.
We shared crab apples, gratitudes, beetroot and skills creating spurtles in the tool area. Inside the bath bomb we painted with feathers using our home made inks and nearby the fire circle, yarns were naturally dyed to the sound of the woad song.
Arms were lifted above heads as we visualised ourselves drawing light within and qi gong, the sun and watching whittling seemed to make most of our faces glow.
We discovered it was national Poem Day and a poem was both shared and gathered, ready to be birthed next week. The community bonded further and seemed so relaxed at the end that it looked like they didn’t want to go home.