People coming together to support each other, to stand as one voice, to occupy that space that we can call ours.
We knew it would snow, we knew it would be cold, we knew we might loose power and we would need a fire. I realized the only way to have that fire for ritual on Sunday would be to start it Saturday. Because of the weather all plans for the day were cancelled and we made food and fire and prepared for Summer’s End.
The fire took flame as the first flakes fell. It quickly flared. We gathered sticks and watched with awe.
We fed that fire all day as the snow grew deeper everywhere but our circle.
The snow was almost 2 feet deep by morning; our fire had burned down but was warm enough to be rekindled again- just like the circle of the year, just like our lives, just like our spirits.