“…My life has been one of weaving. And as I weave, I sing of the happiness and misfortunes of people. I sing of the birth of things: of water, of stones, of fire, which in its crackling accompanies me in song. I sing not to forget the whys and wherefores of things. … but to remember and celebrate our collective memories of such things….”
Juan Diego Tamayo - The Weaver
According to Tamayo’s poem, titled ‘The Weaver’ we each hold within us the gift of weaving the song of our life for ourselves and others. In the process we bring a little myth, magic, and mystery back into the fabric of the world. Elements of the imagination which contain the promise of healing our broken hearts and offering an image of unity and coherence. One not to be grasped and captured but reached for and received as a gift.
Yet this image of reciprocal wholeness can take time to settle into the marrow of our bones. As most are not immune to the impact of deeply fragmented thinking, the dualism and great separation of our age. Presented through the ongoing polarisation of this and that, into ever smaller decrees of specialisation and categorisation. Somewhere in this continually narrowing of our gaze, our place, and our story, I found myself lost, cast adrift and disconnected from an undercurrent of enlivenment and joy. I forgot that there is no singular narrative. No one size fits all. No ready made solutions to the complex external situations we each find ourselves within today.
The road ahead requires an openness to an older and deeper mythic and magical ecological narrative. Through discernment and reciprocity. Adaptation and Resilience. A heartfelt perseverance to turn our face towards uncertainty. But, even within this frame the pathways we are making are meandering and often disconcerting. We are being asked to wind our way through unknown landscapes, both inner and outer, as we are returning again and again to our stories, memories, and dreams.
Within this shape shifting territory, if we learn to tune our ears then you might hear the emergence of an invitation. A calling on the breeze. An ancient song to follow your ‘wyrd.’ By accepting and welcoming our ‘wyrd,’ an Old English word for fate or destiny, we each might become just a little bit wiser. But this requires us to learn the art of self-acceptance and self-compassion as we come to rest in the sweetness of our imperfections and limitations. We learn how to accommodate the strange ways in which we each have been shaped and are informed by a living imaginal world.
After many years of practice, I found myself becoming quite adept at calling upon my ‘wyrd,’ as I mastered the art of connecting previously unconnected individuals and teams, who were often completely unaware of each other’s role and purpose. Somewhere along the way I learnt how to invite each to pause, to take a moment and see their own agenda from within a larger systemic perspective. By initiating their shift to a deeper connection, I also catalysed my own. My internal sense of my ‘wyrd’ began to become more figural, and I slowly began to hear the song of my longing to make new ways of threading, binding, unravelling, and joining, our sense of self anew.
This song of my calling, which sprang from the well spring of my heart was inviting me to make human tapestries of story and image, which embody and illuminate health, wholeness and belonging in this fractured and divided world of our own making. This song helped me to re-member that now is a time to make pathways which reconnect our story-lines and song-lines to our shared human ancestry, of nature connection, and from within this mythic frame to re-ignite our individual and collective imagination that rests within beauty, wonder and wild grace. Staying present to the reciprocal and magical pattern of a life that is continually transforming, through a creative dance encoded in the biological act of living and transforming.
As I learn to sing my song and be comfortable within my wyrd, I am coming to understand that the metaphorical act of weaving, serves as a nod towards the ancient art of seeing our mutual health and wholeness as our primary state. Which obliges us all to be more responsible for the choices that we make. In this capacity, we are all weavers, who can each pick up our thread to make an intricate patchwork, and as we set about this process we each play our part in making a living patchwork which supports the whole. Through the partnership of our will and imagination we contain the capacity to take our disparate pieces of fabric and thread, and by binding them, we make our life as an artist would make a work of art.
Through the simple act of picking up our linking thread we see again the beauty in the discarded cloth which makes up the fabric of our lives. Within this movement we learn to drawn upon what is available to us in this present moment. We become the crafts person and the maker of our lives, connecting people and place in elegant tapestries of shared meaning and images. Transforming our lives and seeing clearly that we each have a responsibility for each small creative and generative act which send out ripples of reciprocity into the whole.
I specialise in weaving together, stories, images & nature connection practices to help people access their true nature, strengthen their creative fluency and increase their sense of wellness, and well being in the world.