OUR WORD WEAVING
In celebration of the fourth anniversary of the opening of the Weavers’ Trail, we have created a beautiful weaving of words, pinned like glistening droplets onto the tender spikes of plants. The words have been offered by travelling sisters in response to the question: what does your trail journey mean to you? These threads come from women travelling all the four trail journeys, who have walked the trail since the beginning or just newly arrived, from all our different landscapes, representing the entire arc of our ages and experiences and perspectives. Thank you, sisters, for binding your words into this gorse-bright, mist-washed loom…
The Weavers’ Trail is plunging into cold water in the morning light, sipping healing tea by the hearth fire, dancing with wild horses under the full moon, drumming in a dark cave with ancestral spirits, holding and being held by a web of evolving sisterhood…
My journey along the braided river is a constant turning spiral, a singing, drumming, dancing, path inward to deep dreaming and prayerful understanding, where I sit in reflective silence and dream into my bones. Then it spins me out again into deep, expressive creativity, a flurry of making and doing, the connections of sisterhood and the teachings of the wild land, until I begin my inward spiral once more, always following the path…
When I entered the Holy House to sit by Soitlâ’s fire, I saw myself through her eyes and met myself…
The Weavers’ Trail connects me to the heart beats of ancient drums, songs, stories, magic, and my grandmothers’ many ghosts, long buried in time and vast distance. My heart swells with each tangible tug on my red thread as I meander along, grateful for the ease of pace…
I have walked in a different time and space on these trails, so unbelievably slowly, gaps when life intrudes (as it needs to at times.) Yet I have walked with deepest reverence, each tiny step revealing more of what my soul already knew…
The Weavers’ Trail has given me a daily focus and a beautiful community of wonderful, wise women. I feel part of something very special. I enjoy every aspect of it, the writing, the images, the tasks and everyone sharing the rich tapestry of it altogether…
The Weavers’ Trail has been deep and magical beyond my wildness expectations, reconnecting me with Sisterhood and nurturing my soul. From Daweyo’s drum beat, Lagyâno’s far trails, Soitlâ’s bone dreaming and now the hidden Cloister magic, I never dreamed an online vessel could hold so much power!…
Since stepping onto the Weavers’ Trail so many layers have fallen away and in their place a sense of peace and coming home to myself. This is a beautiful reminder of what a sisterhood is…
Walking the Daweyo Trail has helped me reconnect with an indigenous wisdom I didn’t know I had access to. Thank you for giving my creative hands an embodied spiritual outlet…
Thanks for everything you offer and the beauty of your offerings. They have been such an anchor for me over these past years and I am forever grateful…
The braided river is like a gossamer crimson thread of connection, advocacy and tender care which weaves through our footsteps and mind. It gathers a confluence of forgotten dreams, soothes the empathic soul and recognises strength, gentle resilience and the beauty in the broken things. It reminds us that together we shine brighter and stronger…
Walking the Wegjê Kerdâ has deepened my relationship with land, ancestors and self through practices both tangibly creative and ineffably spiritual. I am deeply grateful for this carefully tended vessel of sisterhood. It has truly been a balm and an anchor to be part of this community. It’s amazing how connected I feel to so many women across vast lands and oceans!…
Being very solitary in my life and practices, the trails have given me space where I feel I have a community. A community that inspires, motivates and hugs me when I need it. I’m very grateful for having somewhere I can turn towards…
Following this path at my own speed has been both beautiful and frequently challenging in a good way. My solitary footsteps have sometimes slowed, sometimes stopped and sometimes even turned back to revisit a thought I hadn’t quite processed, always knowing there where wise women there to help me if I needed it…
Spreading my wings, and taking in the wisdom of the land. Being in communion, with the Earth, with myself, with all who have walked, are walking and will be walking this path…
I have travelled up hills and mountains, down dales and glens, along riverbanks and beaches, and crossed marshes and moors. This trail is one of adventures, knotty conundrums and a sisterhood like no other I have experienced…
My Lagyâno trail means deepening my Soul’s connection to the land I live on, live with. It provides seeds of inspiration to express and communicate with Spirit, through gentleness and creativity…
Sisters, may your shrines be blessed, full of connecting threads of wisdom and healing, of support and blessings…
I’ll always remember the moment I stepped onto the trail – I had this immense sense of coming home – to find and reconnect with what felt like a missing part of myself that I knew but couldn’t name or find – and to find she was waiting for me to arrive. The trail is gift beyond words…
Walking the Weavers’ Trail has felt like a homecoming journey to who I am at this point in my life, and find myself settled within a circle of Sisterhood where there is very genuine heartfelt support and kinship, woven amongst a deep soul journey aligned with the wisdom of Carolyn’s powerful Weavers…
I have travelled at my own pace, and been able to work as deeply as I wish to at every point which has been a warm invitation to a different way of working and being with the material and activities therein, in graceful contrast with the driven and fast ways of ‘the world’. I have often been an edgewalker, moving through different journeys and communities on my quest… but this place has held me for the longest and continues to do so with warm arms…
For me the Weavers’ Trail brought to life the magic of Mother Earth through stories, practices, ancient words and music – all rooted in authentic, indigenous, ancestral wisdom. A life-changing experience!…
Stepping into the house of weavers felt deeply like a part of me coming back to me, a returning to hearth. The trail has imbued the essence of my being, one not separate from the other and for this guidance I am eternally grateful…
I know within my deepest soul that I have been guided to this sacred Path, this Trail, this Hag Road. This Trail weaves through (my) life and death, my very bones and it has been both exquisitely painful and wildly joyful often at the same time! It is quite honestly the most real and authentic experience in my life and I have such a grateful heart. Word distillation: kindness and grace…
My trail journey is a map into the future, a place where I feel held, a solidarity with my worldwide sisters, and a wonderful excuse to sew and weave and mend shamelessly!…
