Season of Rebirth is a highly collaborative film which follows the paths of two women and their process of creating a poem (narrative) that describes their journey through recent hardship. The film also explores the daily spiritual practices they use which help aid them in their journey of healing and general wellbeing. Themes of self-love, holding space for others, and overcoming hardship are all woven together neatly with the underpinning event of the spring equinox. Shot over the course of two days, the film urges the viewer to grapple with these themes in the beautiful landscape of the Lake District, in north-western England.
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A film by Gabriel Cowan and Tom Parker
Full Poem
Written by Imani Chimo and Oriana Garcia
Summary:
Exploring the duality of life through narrative, sound and breath this is a journey into expansion through the lens of 2 individual stories and how coincidences birth purpose.
Opening:
As the sun rises in the east
On the day of the Spring Equinox feast
Nature's balance tips the scale
As light and dark begin to prevail
Winter's chill begins to fade
As new life in the earth is made
Flowers bloom and birds take flight
As the world awakens with delight
The Equinox marks a time of change
As the world shifts in a gentle range
From the darkness of the winter night
To the warmth of the sun's bright light
The season of rebirth is at hand
As the earth awakens, green and grand
The Spring Equinox brings a new start
And fills our souls with hope and heart
Let us embrace this time of renewal
And let the beauty of nature fuel
Our spirits as we journey forth
With the promise of Spring's rebirth.
Imani:
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There are days where I feel everything
and
Nothing, all at once.
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There are days where I feel the universe and all her splendour cascading through me; galaxies traveling through my veins, stars beaming from my eyes; the vastness of the cosmos captivating my heart.
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There are days where I feel Mother Earth breathing through me; as if her and I were one. We were the same. That I was the breath of the ocean, the greatness of the rainforest and the heat of the desert. That I was of the Earth. That I, was it all.
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And then there are days, where I feel on pause. Whilst still feeling everything but now at a distance. As if everything has escaped me and I am now just an onlooker. There is an ache somewhere within a chamber of my chest; too difficult for me to locate and that’s why during these days, words fail me.
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These are the days I long to be held, these are the days where I wish someone would come and gather me in their arms without me having to utter a word. But these days do not last long; because I will not have it so.
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Then there are days where I feel the cloak of loneliness, the grip of heartache, shattered dreams and desperate faith pulsating through me. These days feel grey and dense; where the clouds above are full of tears that they are too frightened to release. The clouds know
that these tears are the tears that only give birth to rage; where lightning will take over the skies; and thunder; thunder will rip open hearts.
And if you listen closely enough, you will hear the winds whispering prayers of intercession.
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On these grey, dense days; I know all of that which I have just described is not mine.
It’s her’s. It’s his. It’s theirs. No wait, it’s mine. Because of them, due to them, due to me?
It’s within my blood.
It’s all within my blood.
Oriana:
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A soul wandered lost
Through sorrow, confusion, feeling alone and tossed
Every step heavy, every breath laboured
The world around a blur, the future uncharted
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The journey through sorrow was not one chosen
But thrust upon this traveller, leaving heart frozen
Tears flowed like a river, each drop a release
From the pain and despair that refused to cease
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Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months
The weight of sorrow unrelenting,
In the darkness, the soul cried out in vain
Asking for help, but finding only more pain
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Alone in the depths of despair, the soul cried
Asking why they were left behind, alone to abide
Through the fog of confusion, a light appeared
A hand outstretched, a gentle voice that cheered
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"You are not alone," the voice softly spoke
"Though the journey is long, it is not broke
You are stronger than you know, and I am here
To walk beside you, through joy and fear"
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The soul's heart lifted, as hope bloomed anew
And they took the hand of the one who knew
The path ahead was still unknown
But with a companion, they were no longer alone
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The journey through sorrow was still long
But now, with a friend, they felt more strong
The weight of confusion lifted, as clarity grew
And the soul began to see the world anew
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With each step, the journey became more clear
As the soul shed the weight of sorrow and fear
They learned that even in the darkest of nights
There is always a glimmer of hope and light
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The journey through sorrow, feeling alone and confused
Was not an easy one, but the soul refused
To let the pain define them, or break their spirit
For they had found a friend, and they would not fear it
And so, the journey continued, with hope in sight
As the soul and their friend walked into the light
The weight of sorrow, feeling alone and confused
Was now a memory, no longer an excuse.
Converging at the Circle:
Beloved,
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You have searched for so long. Tired of trying to make sense of it all.
Come home for a while.
Come home to where your mind is at ease, your heart has awoken, your body is relieved
and your spirit emancipated.
Come home to unity.
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Where your breath is not anxious.
And your heart is not impatient.
Where fear is left behind.
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Like eternity taking a rest from existence
This is where you are called into remembrance
And where you will witness your divinity.
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Come home beloved
Come home
and rest a while.