Tuesday. Full moon ceremony. Poetry, dancing, and drumming. Ecstatic, a group of us form an impromptu secret society and head up to a cabin in the woods for more magic. A bottle of wine is procured, crayons and colored pencils and a guitar materialize, an altarpiece is laid out in the center of the room....
The ratios, for once, are out of balance in that there are more guys than girls and that may or may not have to do with the fact that I was instrumental in orchestrating the society ; )
We draw, we play, we sing, we tell stories...
Vagabond groups come and go, in and out of the woods...
I draw everyone's essences, I discover that mine is secretly being drawn by an enigmatic character in the corner...
The ratios, for once, are out of balance in that there are more guys than girls and that may or may not have to do with the fact that I was instrumental in orchestrating the society ; )
We draw, we play, we sing, we tell stories...
Vagabond groups come and go, in and out of the woods...
I draw everyone's essences, I discover that mine is secretly being drawn by an enigmatic character in the corner...
At around 3am we make our descent down a moonlit path, encountering friendly skunks, trying in vain to forget the recently related ghost stories...
The next day no one has slept much but we are all buzzing with glee, reminiscing on vivid memories and dreams. The secret society will meet again.
No comments:
Post a Comment