We remember.
The night they returned.
No longer small, hairy and dark. But taller in their smallness. Lighter both of hair and colour.
The humanscape was changing, their habitat reducing, not many remained. We enveloped them.
The darkness should have provided safe passage but their absence from our ways had filled them with fear.
They needed to unlearn, relearn and discover.
We remember.
The kindness to others.
Despite the quivering fear.
Together they traversed the swamp. Braver than they knew they could be.
The Black Alder Elders sensed them. Their intentions and determination.
And the intentions of others.
The waters and winds listened, providing the safe passage they required to cross without harm.
They needed the time, the space and the opportunity.
We remember.
We brought them back together.
Risks, mistakes, and chances.
Actions and Responses. Seemingly unconnected, yet connected.
We made space, small yet large. For light to shine, winds to dance and waters to flow.
An opening for kinship.
A hub for multiplicity; for the unseen to be seen, the excluded to be understood and thoughts to be said.
They needed to be, to become and...
