Silas Beardslee

Silas Beardslee, facilitator 

I am Silas. Which literally translates to “Man of the Forest” in Latin. Pretty sweet, right?  Born into love in 1988 on the day that remembers to us the strength of our mothers – also known as Mother’s Day.  You will know me by attempted jokes. Often confusing and followed by silence, which is sometimes followed by laughter. As my heart beats within my chest, it feels the world, sensing into spaces where human trials play and muse and falter and sing and worry and celebrate and question. I am stubborn. I hold strong to my beliefs yet stay open to experiences and my experiences lead me toward ever-changing, ever-progressing beliefs. I am completely in love with and confused by humanity in equal parts and find solace in knowing I am an animal, born out of mud and roots and stars. I am here to support and take part in the Great Becoming, to sit by fires and witness the magic within and without the flames.  “I am future in my strivings.  I am past in my bones and I am present in my hands.”