Rites of Passage

August 10, 2014

We made the most amazing
fire on the beach,
just two women against nature
bravely battling the elements,
like in those National Geographic documentaries,
two women,
an insta-log, and a kitchen lighter.
The sun went down slowly,
and we roasted hot dogs and then
because it’s really fun to roast anything
on sticks,
and then the most glorious moon
floated up.
She was her most juicy, magnificent self.
She got your attention.
So we charged rocks in the moonlight,
anchoring in our intentions,
and took moon baths,
and I taught my girl
some of the important ways
of the wise women.
Because really,
it’s high time.


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