The  Men’s  Council  is  a  nonprofit,  focused  on  helping  men  grow,  enrich,  and  improve  their  lives  through  support,  fellowship,  and  community.  The  Men’s  Council  strengthens  men  in  their  roles  of  son,  father,  husband/partner,  friend,  and  citizen.
Since 1986 The Men’s Council has been an inspiring presence where men can come to know themselves more fully and can feel safe enough to do the work that will move them toward greater wholeness.

The 25th Annual NC Gathering of Men
April 17-19, 2020
Sponsored by The Men’s Council
Theme: In the “In-Between”

liminal space is the time between the ‘what was’ and the ‘next.’ It is a place of transition, waiting, and not knowing. Liminal space is where all transformation takes place, if we learn to wait and let it form us.

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Winter Apple
Let the apple ripen
on the branch
beyond your need
to take it down.
Let the coolness of autumn
and the breathing,
blowing wind
test its adherence
to endurance,
let the others fall.
Wait longer
than you would,
go against yourself,
find the pale nobility
of quiet that ripening
watch with patience
as the silhouette emerges
and the leaves fall;
see it become
a solitary roundness
against a greying sky.
Let winter come
and the first
frost threaten,
and then wake
one morning
to see the breath
of winter
has haloed
its redness
with light.
So that a full
two months
after you
should have
taken the apple down
you hold it in
your closed hand
at last and bite
into the cool sweetness
spread evenly
through every
single atom
of a pale
and yielding structure.
So that you taste
on that cold,
grey day,
not only
the after reward 
of a patience remembered, 
not only the summer sunlight 
of a postponed perfection,
but the sweet inward stillness 
of the wait itself. 

From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press