Among many other things, it felt like the stories shared on our walk explored time and timelessness of place; how place stories and is storied by deep time, individual and communal time, and the experience of our own lives.
I am fascinated by how languages and naming paint time on this landscape like cycles of sun and dark on rings of a tree and the lengthening of reach of a cedar trunk over 8 centuries.
Stories are like little time capsules. They carry pieces of truth and meaning over time. Whether it is a myth from 4000 years ago or your own untold story from childhood, the meaning waits like a dry ration; only by the next telling does it enlarge and soften to become edible. It is the sweat and tears of the telling that bring the meaning out of its sleep as if no time has passed. It is the telling that heals. Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening, 2000, p. 303-304