Instinctively, I sense that this is not a question that will be answered swiftly or strategically in the head but will only find its answer in slow time through the body. For now, I plant this question like a seed inside myself. I notice that the soil of me is tired and hungry from much ‘producing’. It is in need of sustenance. It needs to be nourished with silence, with going slow, with mending things around the house, with family time and long walks, with being and bodying and composting; with allowing myself to be fallow for some time.
This frightens me, of course. It’s difficult to value wintering in the land of constant summer, especially as a solo parent when money is tight! But a-wintering I must go in order to find the shape of what is next. So, if events and offerings seem a bit thin at the moment, that’s why!
I will be in touch with details of events and activities as they emerge from the newly cultivated soil, and when we have firmer dates for The Witness on tour next year.