a collective on going story
2006
In 2006, Kent and Farion Pearce convened twelve "next generation" guides, four each from the three continents of Africa, Europe, and North America, to come together to fast alone, holding a common prayer, and in search of a common vision to guide the work into the future.
2020
A short walk up a hill in Portugal. A view to the most western shore of mainland Europe and a quietness that covers the world. It is a time on the one hand of enforced boundaries while Billionaires shoot satellites into and across the sky, and on the other, to listen into the potential for another story…
Weaving the Dream
We were a fairly large group for the Fast in 2020 and felt that story telling upon our return wanted to be held differently from what we all knew - the earthlink Fast in itself was so different -we spun a net of connections across the globe and had the image of us all creating a fabric of kinship with our respective stories - we decided to weave a single collective story rather then tell them one by one.
So the first earthlink began to share their first bit of their story - one slide, one image, one moment - one thread at a time - told in the present tense.
The next one - whoever had a resonance with what was brought before added their related thread to the story and thereafter the next.
And so we began weaving a single story, our collective harvest of listening to the earth, of our respective Fasts, of our collective wisdom gained and poetry written and songs sung and tears and laughter…..until the words ran out and it was done.
Our earthlink blanket of stories, wisdom and shared experience across the globe.
May there be many more blankets woven in this way….
Wild Territories
Lien, Line, Guido, Carine, Sébastien and Diana (2021 Fast)
Si je passe sous le fil
Suis-je encore chez moi?
Car ici, dans le domestiqué
Je me sens perdue et étouffée
Puis-je vivre une vision
Tout en déménageant dans ce nouvel appartement?
J’ai marché longtemps pour être ici
Fait des détours pour chercher ma mère
Sept ans
Sept ans avec mon bâton de pèlerine
Le ciel et la terre s’entremêlent
Une seule chose sacrée
Les cerfs brament
Une étoile file
Je me tiens aux frontières
Gardienne du feu dans le jardin ancestral
Le vent, la pluie me secouent
Embrasant et éteignant à la fois
Je ne bougerai pas d’ici
It’s my sacred task to be here
Devant un porc-épic
La compassion, c’est trop long
LOVE
JUST LOVE
La nuit, c’est sans fin
Mais la voisine a allumé une bougie
Je ne sais plus ce qu’est le feu
Tout m’est étranger
Je laisse tomber la guerrière
Je suis ici et là
J’écoute la Terre
Je laisse tomber les identités
Cet espace redevient vivant par la présence du Loup
Je sens la Vie
J’ai une nouvelle manière d’être dans le monde
Poems by Sebastien Michon (Canada) as part of the collective listening in 2021.
“In our modern upbringing we have this idea that life is linear; that we are born, we live, and we die and that’s it. We somehow move towards some place that is an end, a perfection. We grow up and then we know what’s right, what’s true. In the old way they understood that life doesn’t work that way. We are not what we were yesterday, we are not even what we are today. We are our becomingness, we are always becoming something. We are growing into ourselves, over and over and over again.”
Meredith Little