A Gathering of Men

We Meet Each Month on The Second Saturday.
Online and In Person

We are now meeting in hybrid form – with video from a laptop, and in person.
We’ll meet from 9 am to 12 noon – Pacific Time.
We meet in the American Legion Hall – the main hall
21920 State Route 9 S.E., Woodinville, WA 98072

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Monthly Gathering

Men have few places where they can meet in a friendly, inclusive and non-competitive setting. All men are welcome in our Monthly Gathering – and everything a man brings is welcome and safe.

Here a man can share in confidence that his story won’t travel about, or that other men won’t try to “help” him. We set a safe space here and guard it as sacred to the earth.

Singing and drumming fires our spirit. Our stories spark more stories in faint echoing of old myths and inherent truths as handed down through the ages. Each man experiences this in whatever way that guides him to reflect or share.

Sacred Circle

A Gathering of Men hosts two retreats each year, spring and fall, out in nature. Any man of any background may join this Sacred Circle where we focus on authenticity, connection, and personal growth.

These retreats are experiential, inviting men to explore their genuine masculine qualities—power, fierceness, and compassion—in a community free of shame, judgment, misogyny, and patriarchy.

Men share their stories, support one another, and deepen their self‑understanding within an inclusive, accountable masculine community.

Men create in the Sacred Circle a space of transformative experience for each other.

Fall Sacred Circle 2026

  • Why the modern male is struggling, 
  • What to do about it. 
  • Why it matters, and  

The retreat is an exploration of the dance of life, the process of looking for influences between the above three factors. We will explore how to strengthen our self-awareness, self-management, and self-motivation to increase our personal power. 

  • Power with – How many other relationships do I have? 
  • Personal power – starts with an “I” for responsibility! 
  • Where are my sources of stress? 
  • Where are my resources for stress management? 

Journey Men

Journey Men gather in groups on a regular basis for deep inner work and personal growth. We come together and set a container to explore, with honesty, courage, and respect, our own inner landscape, confronting issues that challenge us, to access our authentic power to better ourselves.

Any man who has attended our August retreat or who has been thoughtfully vetted by members of the Journey Men community – may join in this process. In this way every man coming into this group has a readiness and shared understanding of the depth we Journey Men take on.

We support men in their meaningful inner work – unpacking old patterns, engaging difficult issues, healing wounds – in time cultivating their own grounded and empowering personal presence.

In this safe and confidential space, we men acknowledge our shadow sides, speak with honesty, and grow in ways that strengthen our lives, relationships, and communities.

If you feel called to this work and want to learn more about Journey Men, please email: administrator@agatheringofmen.org.

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Folktales Prose Personal Stories and Poetry

At A Gathering of Men, we explore who we truly are through stories, prose, poetry, and shared reflection. When a man speaks a story—whether a folk tale carried through generations or a personal moment from his own life—we listen with the full weight of our own experience. Each of us hears the same words differently. The way a story lands in us reveals the part of our soul that is ready to be stirred, healed, or awakened.

It may seem unusual to use stories to uncover our best selves. Why not rely on something faster, more direct, more “efficient”? Because the ego—rooted in fear, judgment, and old conditioning—cannot interpret our inner truth clearly. Who we are lives beneath the ego, beneath the expectations of society, beneath the messages we absorbed from caregivers who were doing their best with what they knew.

Stories, folklore, fables, fairy tales, and parables bypass the ego and speak directly to the deeper self. Poetry and music help us resonate with something larger than our individual lives. These ancient pathways of imagination and meaning guide us gently back to the inner being that has been waiting for us all along.

At AGOM, we gather not to analyze ourselves, but to remember ourselves—through the timeless human practice of listening, sharing, and being present with one another.

Tales

  • Two Brothers

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    A retelling of an old story by Eugene Marckx These two grew up under a father who carried a promise. For he was the only son of a man who had been promised a great tribe as his progeny. These two knew the promise. They knew who would inherit the blessing. The older brother and…
  • Fathers and Sons

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    By Eugene Marckx Dale lived alone with his mother, except on nights when the banker’s top hat was hanging on her bedroom door, or the senator’s homburg, or the general’s roughrider hat. Dale slept on a cot off the kitchen pantry, so she could be available when they came through. Most days he’d wander along…
  • Basket Woman

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    A tale by Eugene Marckx Long ago when the first people lived on the earth a young man left all his family, and his tribe, and went out on his own across the hills. Did his folks miss him? Did he ever think of going back? No one knows. He wandered through river valleys and…
  • A Thorn in the King’s Foot

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    Adapted from a tale by Duncan Williamson, Scotland’s greatest storyteller ‒ Penguin (1987) Many years ago lived a king in a large castle. All around his kingdom the farmers worked hard, and he told his queen, “These are my bees. Without bees we have no honey, but my people work. And half of all they…
  • Where One Is Fed A Hundred May Dine

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    a version of a tale by Ruth Sawyer ©1970 Once there was and was not a Spanish peasant. He usually had a little to eat — today yes, tomorrow no — but on this day it was no. And a storm came in the night, with rain pelting down at winter’s end, turning all the…
  • Goat Boy

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    by Eugene Marckx They tell of a crossroads called Damned-if-you-Do & Damned-if-you-Don’t. But they don’t tell about a boy born there. He was raised by an old man, since the woman who bore the son couldn’t stand it with the man there in Damned-if-you-Do & Damned-if-you-Don’t. She left them both in the dust. The old…
  • The Accidental King

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    By: Tom Wilk Sept 2019 NOTE: This fable is written in 2nd person form, attempting to place YOU directly into the story. Please interpret each action of the main character from your own personal point-of-view. Consider each decision, action or question as your own “I Statement”.  Let’s just say it’s a beautiful Fall day and…
  • Nestor

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    By Eugene Marckx A featherbrained idler – what your grandfather said of him, and farmers hereabouts who should’ve known better, long after Nestor took to the road. Then he was forgotten, but the forgetting couldn’t quite fill in the pigeon-hole, which hid quite a lot, it turned out. Nobody brought up how Nestor made music…
  • A Hole in the Sky

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    (from the Colville Native American tradition) Long before humans were born most all the animals felt pretty gray. Was it because the sky was always gray and always about to rain? Was it because there was never enough to go around? Never enough to eat? Never enough comfort? All day long the animals scratched out…
  • The Hunchback

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    a tale by Eugene Marckx The valley king died. After his many years of quiet prosperous rule, the people gathered, along with kings from neighboring lands, to remember and express in doleful song their grief and deep respect. When his coffin was lowered into the grave, each of them in passing dropped a flower and…
  • The Giant with No Heart in His Body

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    a folktale from Norway Once upon a time there was a King who had seven sons, and he loved them all so much that he couldn’t bear to have them all gone at once. He must have at least one nearby at all times. When they were grown into young men, the six older brothers…
  • Moira’s Mountain

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    a tale by Eugene Marckx As a boy Wade did not know any dancing or singing.  His people on the slopes of Black Mountain did not dance or sing.  They lived without these foolish excesses.  If they were trading goods with a strange tribe, and those people began to dance or sing, his people always…
  • Death and the Dwarf

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    by Eugene Marckx From an ancient tale Roghnall was the most daring warrior chief of his time. With his cohorts he had won so many battles that he began to feel invincible—so much so that he sent out a challenge to anyone anywhere to meet him in battle. No one answered. But the last, if…
  • Sideways Boy

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    by Eugene Marckx In a time that circles with the changing faces of the moon this story is always happening.  A boy.  Why is it a boy?  Could it be a girl for once?  But this was a boy¾born to trouble.  Oh, yes, plenty of people tried to wish it all away, yet there was…
  • The Blue Stone

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      Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns, hurroo, hurroo, Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns, hurroo, hurroo, Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns The enemy nearly slew ye. Oh, my darlin’ dear, ye look so queer, Why, Johnny, we hardly knew ye.                                                                                                 traditional   It…
  • The Miser

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    From RUSSIAN FAIRY TALES, collected by Aleksandr Afanas’ev Translated by Norbert Guterman (1973) Random House There was once a wealthy merchant named Marka, and never was anyone so stingy as he!  One day he went for a walk, and on his way he saw an old beggar asking for alms. “For Christ’s sake, pious men,…
  • The White Bird

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    by Eugene Marckx Once there was a boy who made friends with a white bird.  They went freely together everywhere.  But one day the boy locked the bird in a cage because he said that other boys were always trying to catch it.  When he came back from play the cage was empty.  The white…
  • Water

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    by – Eugene Marckx There is a dock on a lake where a few men gather to fish.  Every Saturday they come at sunrise and stay as long as the fish are biting.  All the people they have to please and all the things they have to do don’t keep them from this.  Whatever the…
  • Bearskin

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    —adapted from the Brothers Grimm   Once upon a time there was a young man who joined the army and went to war.  He learned about courage when bullets are flying.  He learned to kill the enemy and to trust his brother soldiers.  He found some skill in warfare and enough pure luck to stay…

Personal Stories

  • My experiences with A Gathering Of Men 

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    By: Kokopelli Warrior Nov 2024  As of now, I’ve been participating in A Gathering of Men (AGOM) for over 5 years. I believe I found the group in Sept 2018 and went through formal initiation August 2019.  I found AGOM quite by accident, or perhaps it’s more accurate to call it “serendipity”.  Going back to…
  • Song of the Lover

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    Song of the Lover                         I He saved her from the sea and was almost drowned to bring her in risking all to spare her but there beside him on the shore she failed no matter how he tried to force from her the salt tide lingering He suffered her to fade her body laid…
  • Jacob and Joseph of Krakow

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    Jacob and Joseph of Krakow A tale by Eugene Marckx In the night Jacob was startled awake by a dream voice. It called him to leave his dying wife and go west from the town of Krakow to the city of Prague. “Don’t leave me,” his wife whispered, and so he stayed by her side…
  • The Hunchback

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    a tale by Eugene Marckx In those ancient times the Mountain king, the River king, and the Valley king considered themselves brothers in the lineage of the Moon-Goddess. So, at last when the Valley king died, his two brothers along their retinues came to express their grief with the people of the valley. For two…
  • What If

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    What if I could give myself a bit more attention? A bit more care? Maybe even a new respect by clearing off a bit of the old clutter? What if this alone could wake me – break me up? Open my eyes to whatever’s in the air? Find a new breath for this pair of…
  • Sometimes These Days

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    By John Thompson Sometimes these days I find myself so full of joy and gratitude that I feel like I might just explode. That’s not hyperbole: I really am beside myself, wondering what to do with so much overwhelming energy. I still have my sorrows and grief, mind you, and my discontents, but even when…
  • The Hero Journey – “food for thought”

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    As follow-up to the Web discussion last evening (6/18/2020), I’d like to offer this… simply as “Food for Thought”.  During the discussion, there were several references to “The Hero Journey”. It is my understanding this is a shared belief and experience within AGOM. Personally, this concept, especially as articulated by Joseph Campbell, is a “center-piece” for me…
  • Paul – a last moment

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    Among my brothers and sisters we don’t send cards on birthdays, but we always try to make time to call — to talk and listen, even if for only a few minutes. These moments are often forgotten but not the sound and warmth of the voice. It was my birthday in the middle of the…
  • Jet

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    A memoir by Eugene Marckx   Among the dogs in my life one stands out, a Black Labrador mix that came into our family when we weren’t looking for him.  We were looking for a small black Cockapoo that had run away from us, a dog one of my sons had gotten off his paper route. …
  • Davison Stivers

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    Davison has been a part of A Gathering of Men almost from the beginning. He has participated as a story teller, board member, president, facilitator. He’s been a mentor to many men over the years. Additonally he’s participated in The Noble Journey, sponsored by Counceling Associates, Which helped me explore four primary male archetypes (King,…

Poetry

  • Such A Place

    And where is a safe place where men share openly from their hearts without being judged, or advised, or fixed? And where is an honorable place where men listen with understanding to hear a man’s story, affirming him for his trust and honesty? Show me the whereabouts of such a place and I will be…
  • My Drum

    I heard my drum today,A sound of counterpoint,Of dissonance and harmony. I found my drum today,And felt fear and shame,Aloneness, aloneness. I struck my drum today,And found I had joined my brothers.Oh, God’s Joy!I Heard my drum today,It is my soul
  • The Useless Parts 

    You know you want to … but can you?You say you will … but you don’tor you try and try … then walk awayand tell yourself tomorrow – tomorrow’s the day  But your clock is moving backwardOn its own tomorrow doesn’t comeand those scenes mulling in you on a slow boil– their voices pleading –…
  • Deep Sea Salmon

    Dad where have you gone?Did you leap quicksilver into the last runof legendary kings – those eighty-pound June Hogs –that bashed themselves against the wallsof the Grand Coulee Dam?Or are you too smart for the trap of extinctionstill holding in the shadows of that damin the back of my mind – thinkingbut not showing much?…
  • A Song of Silence

    It was long ago but that silence comes back like a soft-whistled lullaby with clean air floating in after and I could just give myself over to dreams – and see things not just in the clouds but down along foggy roads and in shadows of half-silent streams trickling in the woods and across the…
  • Old Soldier

    He walks between his metal shop and his greenhousefingernails broken at the edgeswrists coloring rust into the dirtfeet spread apart the old grunt way‒ a habit not broken off frommortars dropping In the metal shop sparks fly off the wheelsharpening a blade he may needto carve away trouble ‒ you never knowIn the greenhouse cherry…
  • The Lord’s Stallion

    By John Thompson I want to be the Lord’s stallion! Thick and broad and sinewed And of milky mane, Sun’s fire caught and flashing In my dancing eyes And hooves as sharp and shining As obsidian! I want to feel upon my neck The firm direction of His arms And feel my tensing flanks Beneath…
  • The Tangled Hills

    Find a place at the edge of a swamp Listen and learn and take in who goes – who stays – what’s eaten – what decays – all the stinks and stews of it in the percolating ooze of a swamp’s necessities until you realize this isn’t all that life’s about When you come away…
  • When I was a Boy

    … we’d go tramping off the back road through salal and ferns and huckleberries and hike the dry logged-off ridges crisscrossed with wild strawberries tiny and tasty and gritty with sand We’d stomp down tough blackberry vines raveling over the slash of old bones piles of branches the loggers left We’d reach past bramble thorns…
  • Deep Sea Salmon

    Dad where have you gone? Did you leap quicksilver into a big run of legendary June Hogs now long lost? Or are you too smart for that? Did you break through the trap of extinction holding to the shadows of that dam in back of my mind—thinking but not showing much?   Once in a…
  • A Vision – Sacred Circle

    by John Thompson No words can speak the power of “I AM HERE” For when black thunder cracks on blood-red plains The horseman comes, the storm-chaser of dreams His feathered spear raised high he splits the wind And silences the babbling tongues of men. My words mean nothing, nor is my story told But lived,…
  • The Blue Stone

      Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns, hurroo, hurroo, Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns, hurroo, hurroo, Wi’ yer drums ’n guns ’n drums ’n guns The enemy nearly slew ye. Oh, my darlin’ dear, ye look so queer, Why, Johnny, we hardly knew ye.                                                                                                 traditional   It…

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