2025 | A CYCLE of 4 FILMS:
WIINTER (6m13s) | SPRING (4m11s) | SUMMER (6m32s) | AUTUMN (5m56s)

ON BELONGING

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Filmed during four walks through the Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn of ancient Sussex woodlands.

The films offer a meditation on the cycles of life, to find a sense of belonging.

The walks lead North, South, East and West. There is an exchange between the woods and the humans, a seeing and being seen, sensing and being sensed.

WIINTER

Walking from 6.30am-9.30am - Winter offers a season of stillness, introspection and deep growth movements. A full moon sets on a rare frost-clad landscape, slowly giving way to the warmth of the rising sun. 

SPRING

Walking from 9.30am-12.30pm - Spring embraces Imbolc, and a sense of renewal as insects scuttle about, streams flow freely and light returns.

SUMMER

Walking from 12.30pm-3.30pm - Summer brings a time of heat, confusion, and not knowing. Criss-cross layers of light, dark, life and decay dance around huge rising oaks. 

AUTUMN

Walking from 3.30pm-6.30pm - Autumn closes its thinning veil marked by amber ferns and an embrace of endings and transformation.

WILD MAGIC IMMERSIVE
A feast of elemental food from Home Ground Kitchen, film, live music and poetry brought to your venue.

Reconnect with the seasonal cycle of life.

Available for bookings.
More info HERE

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CREDITS

A collaborative project devised by Clare Whistler, Deborah Kelly and Rebecca E Marshall.

Director / Editor
Rebecca E Marshall
Walking meditations guided by Claire Whistler & Deborah Kelly

Music Joanna Lawrence

With thanks to the participants of the walks throughout the seasons, and the Powdermill Woodlands, Battle, East Sussex.

Close-up of green plant stem with black ants climbing on it amid large green leaves
Close-up of a tree trunk with a carved face, resembling a human face, in a dense forest.
Close-up of green fern leaves with a blurred background of more greenery.

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