I.

In March the Earth remembers its own name.

Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking.

The rivers begin to sing. In the sky

the winter stars are sliding away; new stars

appear as, later, small blades of grain

will shine in the dark fields.

And the name of every place

is joyful...

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This, a monthly Circle for Makers and Creatives, 

Our syllabus, the natural cycle of the seasons.

Maker’s Circle creative community gathers,

Come.  Join in.  One time or every time. 

Always Welcome.

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Guided by:  Megan Holloway
 

We’ll begin with the fellowship of our shared lunch time, and then speak in turns of where we’re at creatively…and naturally. 

 

We’ll ask questions of ourselves and each other, and investigate our natural surroundings for the answers we seek during the following month, with individual and collective intention:

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Please bring:

• Sack lunch

• Notebook or sketchbook (for your Circle journal)

• Any art supplies you’d like to use during our time together

• A current Old Farmer’s Almanac is recommended, but not required

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• Coffee and tea will be available.

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II.

The season of curiosity is everlasting

and the hour for adventure never ends,

but tonight

even the men who walked upon the moon

are lying content

by open windows

where the winds are sweeping over the fields,

over water,

over the naked earth,

into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities

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Enter this new season in good company of fellow creatives

yearning to grow in harmony with Nature, and with one another. 

 

Join us this spring

as we plant the first seeds of the Maker’s Circle Community:

 

III.

because it is spring;

because once more the moon and the earth are eloping -

a love match that will bring forth fantastic children

who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run

over the surface of earth;

who will believe, for years,

that everything is possible.

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As the wheel of the year turns, our Journals will expand with insights and discoveries, personal and communal. 

 

Our creative work will organically root, blossom, and grow strong and true.

 

We’ll savor the blessings of feeling steady in our hearts, and comfortable in our very bones, with the beauty we are birthing into the world through our art, or craft. 

 

And we will grow in the good company of each other!

 

V.

Soon

the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft,

will enter his life from the tiny egg.

On his delicate legs

he will run through the valleys of moss

down to the leaf mold by the streams,

where lately white snow lay upon the earth

like a deep and lustrous blanket

of moon-fire,

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VI.

and probably

everything

is possible.

 

~Mary Oliver, Worm Moon