We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body."
~Mary Oliver
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body.
~Mary Oliver
We shake with joy, we shake with grief.
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same body.
~Mary Oliver
(re)memberings
(re)memberings are big-hearted communal art rituals that imagine and embody more compassionate and joyful ways of being in the world. Each interdisciplinary project disrupts the amnesia of our times, and becomes a collective act of renewal and witness, welcoming our longing into a circle of belonging.
(re)memberings are grounded in our true stories of love and loss, unlocking a shared tenderness needed to remember who we are, and our entanglement with all of life.
Inspired by nature and enlivened by participatory song, clowning, puppetry, and games, these collaborations range from intimate circles to intersectional ensemble-led happenings. Both soulful and spirited, they unfold in kitchens, backyards, and studios —anywhere and everywhere we gather to remember.
(re)memberings
(re)memberings are big-hearted communal art rituals that imagine and embody a more compassionate, joyful, and regenerative way of being in the world. Each interdisciplinary project disrupts the amnesia of our times, and becomes a collective act of renewal and witness, welcoming our human longing into a circle of belonging.
(re)memberings are grounded in our true stories of love and loss, unlocking a shared tenderness needed to remember our authentic selves and our interconnection with all of life.
Inspired by nature and enlivened by participatory song, clowning, puppetry, and games, these collaborations range from intimate workshops to intersectional ensemble-led happenings. Both soulful and spirited, they unfold in kitchens, forests, studios, and on beaches—anywhere and everywhere we gather to remember.
“Grief is praise, because it is the natural way love honors what it misses.”
~Martine Prechtel