So we gather
Beneath stars
By the water
The restful, moon-licked water.
They are flickering
Tickling
Bright burnished flames.
It’s a new type of space
One without pretension
No quest to change the world
As we know
The only way to change
Is to live
As if it’s happened
To live within the change.
So we do what we ought to
What the new era might see
Without talk of solutions
Without call to action
We arrive to arrive
No agenda to be here
Nor important things to say
We need not excuse to gather
We need not delay
We come only with our songs
With our drums
With our strings
We come with our swaying and our flowing
Our divine sense of movement
We come with a smile
With a banterful laugh
We come with a story
Or with a worry
We come with a listening ear
And an outstretched palm
We come with our presence
We come with our heart
We gaze up to the brilliant moon
And across the light-stricken bay
Some womble to the forest
Some wander away
But mostly we sit
And tend to the flames
Cultivating
Practising
Weaving
The Magic
Of simple, shared space
We gather around the fire
To gather around the fire
And we’ll gather around the fire
To gather around the fire
… who else will join us?
Hannah Fitzpatrick Creative 