In the gravitas of pilgrimage, from coastline to deep mountains, from cave and plains and forest-wrapped town to the river… we gather and we wait.

This Body carries lineages of healers and seers, artists and farmers, spirit-workers and witches, coloniser and colonised. This Body and your Body, most likely. We carry and are carried.

The river is the meeting place, the edge of the water ineffably sacred. We need to wait, listen, offer, share of our scent and skin and heart, listen, wait… In Balinese tradition we drink in the holy water retrieved from springs, sung over, and ringing out as clear as starfire. We offer it to the land and the ancestors and the great ones. We heal together, we pray together. In ancient and continuing Celtic cultures the river is the great mother - Goddesses upon Goddesses - and we whisper Her Names and feel the river of stars weave through the earth. Great Nourisher, we come to you and we are silent and still. We are moving and singing.

And in the great work of presence, responsibility, and repair, these primordial artful practices must be offered to the Threshold of what could be. A place and world in which Wisdom and Sovereignty is known as closely as breath, as heartbreak. In which the sacred in between invokes immense belonging to one another.

So we come.

This work is offered as an in person ritual and will also be available as a recording for those who are travelling across this threshold by train or car