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THE BRAIDED RIVER

A WOMEN’S SOUL PILGRIMAGE INTO
RITUAL LANDSCAPE, WILD SHRINES AND SACRED HEARTH
created and guided from Dartmoor by CAROLYN HILLYER

Weavers' Trail

WEAVERS' TRAIL

WEGJÊ KERDÂ

This unique and richly-textured online workshop experience travels through thirteen moon cycles as it unfurls into the three deepening journeys of DAWEYO, LAGYÂNO and SOITLÂ. The Hearth Woman, the Shrine Guardian and the Bone Dreamer become your companions as you explore these ancient, untamed and mystic landscapes with Carolyn as your guide. Your trail bundle includes written texts and painted images; pre-filmed content (teaching sessions, drum songs and rituals); posted packages of craft and ritual items; journey tasks to undertake; co-created journey galleries; monthly live online gatherings facilitated by Carolyn; and access to the Riverbank, the online forum shared by the community of trail travelling women. The Trail is a rolling programme which may be entered when you wish and travelled at your own pace. You are invited to step through the mist to discover more…


WE DRUM A PATH TO OUR ANCIENT HEARTH

Midsummer online talk, mythic tales, songs & simple ritual
with Carolyn Hillyer
A chance to discover more about the Weavers’ Trail,
now open for four years and travelled by hundreds of women.
June 20 Saturday 7.30pm-9pm (BST or UTC +1)
All women welcome through this link: We Drum A Path
Please bring a candle, your drum and a piece of seasonal nature
to add a touch of wild magic into our digital vessel!
Link to the recording of this event will be available here afterwards.

 
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Heron Path

TRAIL JOURNEYS

Daweyo petroglyph

DAWEYO

The Hearth Woman

Lagyano petroglyph

LAGYÂNO

The Shrine Guardian

Soitla petroglyph

SOITLÂ

The Bone
Dreamer

EXPLORE THE JOURNEYS
“I will sing you out from the dark forgotten past, she said, and I will sing you a future road.”
Her Hands Caressed The Sleeping Future
“We keep returning here, we cannot help ourselves for we have the urge to merge with far more primal versions of ourselves.”
This Briny Mother Of Drums
“Wayfaring women have always carried secrets inside their coats but sometimes the coat itself becomes the secret.”
The Mystic Coat Of Herons
“She was creating a tapestry of how change happens; how from frayed and faded fibres, a new resilient fabric may be formed.”
Bringing In The Red
“We walk through the broken pieces of the endings; we walk through the seeds of what now begins.”
The Clay Pot
“The tent was filled by a hundred thousand songs, all giving form to small fragments of kindness.”
The Tent Of Oil And Spice
“How long we will walk for we cannot say, but we will walk until we find the life blood of the land.”
Dreaming Basket
“The women waited with their tea bowls while steam wound through the smoke, binding and releasing all their wild tales from the open road.”
Waking The Heart Within The Fire
“We may find ourselves dancing at the very heart of all that darkness and illumination, wearing smoke like a shawl woven from time.”
Fire Magic
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