A quiet story of threshold and transformation. Amidst the winter stillness of Magical Farm, Dr Demeter reflects on an unexpected moment that opens something ancient in the heart, a remembering.
Through land, silence, and synchronicity, this piece reflects on the kind of presence that awakens us through resonance.
“The Gate That Opened”
By Dr. Demeter, Magical Farm Tasmania
There are some moments that don’t ask to be understood but only felt. Like a change in the wind, or the way light softens just before dusk.
At Magical Farm, we speak of thresholds. Not the ones built with hinges and latches, but those invisible ones where a breath becomes a prayer, or a glance becomes a key. The heart knows when it has crossed one, even if the mind can’t explain how.
This one came quietly, a person, a pulse, a series of moments, events, synchronicities, patterns.
My body had a recognition, even an ancient memory before the event, amongst all the modern structures and routines. There were silent witnesses that have come to the surface, the land, yarrow kin, two whales, a special friend from Central Australia. These witnesses are from past, present across wide timelines, all woven together into a silent tune, a wayfinding song that is in my bones.
A frequency, a tuning and a moment of warmth where my inner soil shifted and there was no turning back.
What followed was not longing, but listening. To the farm, to the sky, to the parts of myself I had placed on a high shelf for safekeeping. They did not take them down. But their presence reminded me they were still there.
And so I walked more slowly. Breathed more deeply. Planted seeds with less ambition, but more intention. The soil seemed to meet me differently, as if it too had heard something in that encounter.
Some people arrive like a storm and others like a soft bell. And some like a mirror you didn’t know you needed. They reflect back the part of you that longed for illumination and the large shadow that needed to softly dissolve.
At Magical Farm, we say the land remembers what we forget and in fact life, all life whatever shape, form or timeline can make us remember too.
Conviv and Happy Winter Solstice x
