Location: Stanley Park, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
OS Grid Reference:
Date: 19 September 2006
Time: 10am
Site:: A protected site for over 100 years the forest consists of second- and third-growth trees featuring the common West Coast mix of red cedar, Douglas fir and hemlock.

Description:
if i were a bird where would i build my nest? 'thankyou' big smile from a-m, 'here's your gift' I say

see the smoke rising from the branches. the circle of the spider's web with little eyes wide, i shake the branch, the spider fell- who is nature? who is here? who affects who?

layers of paper on the bark like layers of friendship and relationship and all the people and situations that build each life
overlapping
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adding
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interrupting
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changing
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growing
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deepening

spinning the bark as the helicopter flies overhead.

Present:
Jamie Griffiths

Any other comments:

Videod by Jamie who was fantastic: Jamie@primaldivine.com
www.primaldivine.com

Images by Sheila Papus: Sheilapapus@telus.net

Location: Beech Grove, Limb Valley, Sheffield. UK
OS Grid Reference: SK 301 834 GB Grid
Date: 19 September 2006
Time: 6pm
Site: Geology is Millstone Grit series, exposed in the Valley sides as alternating bands of shale and sandstone. The hillside slopes at 45 degrees to the east, late sun falls on the slope, striping the trunks in bands. Beneath the sun’s rays there is an autumn chill. The beech trees are around x years old (I’ve contacted the ranger to find out)

Description:
Curled at the base of a tree, her female smooth, silver skin illuminated. I’m excited being here, alive, dive over a grassy mound, burrow in between the tree’s split anchor on the beech mast covered ground, run the path up..
upsidedownness
- back bowing,
an extended overground root.

In thinking of your being here/there my energy increases to leaps and turns. Moving down the hill in reverse feels freeing – I love this not-knowing, these confident strides back..
Drawn by the falling sun to the edge of the wood. Hearing my breath, I had forgotten it, I’m asking: “How is your heart?” I stop myself from saying these words out loud, they repeat in my head. Why? Then we dance together, it begins with sharing weight through the back of my right hand, then up the back of the arm to the shoulder and back, I curve spine forward taking your weight, then you mine, I try to rotate on the horizontal axis, carefully, returning through to stillness. You are gone and I reach out for the woodpile seeking balance or contact, checking, deciding, lying still. Feel there is something clichéd about this final exploration, surely the time is up? I release myself. Way over. 18.55. I’m aware of your direction where the sun is leaving my horizon.

Present: Jo Salter

Any other comments:
Ladybird at the beginning with me on a stick; moth darts; whenever I am still a spider appears, falling. Mushrooms sprout their flesh rotting. Under the ground a fungal web of microscopic fibres connecting roots to roots, mycelium, feeding and sustaining one to the other – mutualism?