By: Julia Cartwright
Restore and Connect Participant
At certain times, and in certain ways a clarion call comes,
Saying:
Stop.
Put down your life.
Take a bold step.
Cross a threshold.
Journey anew.
Within certain circles, and along certain paths, a name is whispered,
Echoing:
Come.
Join in the circle.
Restore all within.
Share in the now.
Commune with your fellows.
In a certain sense, and a certain knowing, I followed the drum beat,
Praying:
Watch.
Here is my life.
Also my spirit.
Restore all my elements.
My heart is at hand.
On certain days, and in uncertain weather, our tasks became clear,
Beckoning:
Wait.
Garden with patience.
Ponder on nature.
Consider the sunlight.
Honour the moon.
With certain people, and with uncertain crafts, creativity called us,
Suggesting:
Amble.
Flow with the rhythm.
Draw the stitch carefully.
Dance with the needles.
Grow with the knitting.
With a certain tempo, and certain moving, yoga garnered our bodies,
Claiming:
Inhale.
Move with the universe.
Breathe out your love.
Call to the branches.
Bow to the dawn.
For certain endings and certain claimings, Winter Week parted the waves,
Exclaiming:
Walk.
Changing is forward.
Ancestors will guide you.
Gaia sees further.
Share the earths harvest.
My certain being, and my certain soulness, were enriched with bounty,
Proclaiming:
Look.
Here are my gifts.
Unique in their honing.
Gracious in their sharing.
Wise in their singing.
Restore and Connect: A Schumacher College Spring Week