Sometimes the best ritualsare those we cannot plan,requiring only pine needles and wind,open eyesand a long, slow-sinking sunsettling gently into shadows.Sometimes the best magicof all is made withwhat is exactly right now,bluestem grass and gray feathers,raccoon footstepsbetween the trees,laughter and joined hands,a faith in the cycles of retreatand renewal.This is what we are here for,days […]

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