Celebrating of Samhain at the Locavore growing project

Thankful for the heartfelt and heartwarming feedback we received from the audience:

“I was really moved! The words of the poem happened together with the movement of nature around us! A beautiful and profound experience.”

“I thought you were magic!”

“Thank you for this, it went down very well. You should do it more often.”

OUTSIDEpuppets at the Locavore growing project community gardens in #Folkestone.

A short participative piece staged in seasonal vegetation on the theme of #Samhain
and inspired from “Breath”, a wonderful and wise poem by Birago Diop.

The drum providing a tempo to the performance.

“Listen more to things
Than to words that are said.
The water’s voice sings
And the flame cries
And the wind that brings
The woods to sighs
Is the breathing of the dead.

Those who are dead have never gone away.
They are in the shadows darkening around,
They are in the shadows fading into day,
The dead are not under the ground.
They are in the trees that quiver,
They are in the woods that weep,
They are in the waters of the rivers,
They are in the waters that sleep.
They are in the crowds, they are in the homestead.
The dead are never dead.

Listen more to things
Than to words that are said.
The water’s voice sings
And the flame cries
And the wind that brings
The woods to sighs
Is the breathing of the dead.
Who have not gone away
Who are not under the ground
Who are never dead.

Those who are dead have never gone away.
They are at the breast of the wife.
They are in the child’s cry of dismay
And the firebrand bursting into life.
The dead are not under the ground.
They are in the fire that burns low
They are in the grass with tears to shed,
In the rock where whining winds blow
They are in the forest, they are in the homestead.
The dead are never dead.

Listen more to things
Than to words that are said.
The water’s voice sings
And the flame cries
And the wind that brings
The woods to sighs
Is the breathing of the dead.

And repeats each day
The Covenant where it is said
That our fate is bound to the law,
And the fate of the dead who are not dead
To the spirits of breath who are stronger than they.
We are bound to Life by this harsh law
And by this Covenant we are bound
To the deeds of the breathings that die
Along the bed and the banks of the river,
To the deeds of the breaths that quiver
In the rock that whines and the grasses that cry
To the deeds of the breathings that lie
In the shadow that lightens and grows deep
In the tree that shudders, in the woods that weep,
In the waters that flow and the waters that sleep,
To the spirits of breath which are stronger than they
That have taken the breath of the deathless dead
Of the dead who have never gone away
Of the dead who are not now under the ground.

Listen more to things
Than to words that are said.
The water’ voice sings
And the flame cries
And the wind that brings
The woods to sighs
Is the breathing of the dead.”

The visuals included themes of birth, death, sharing, and showing gratitude as per the Samhain tradition..
Mask and paper puppetry accompanied by read poetry and drumming in outdoors settings.