Day...um.....twelve?

Ok so I am starting to lose track. Lost, down the rabbit hole.

I will not admit that I have a cold. But I feel like crap. So I'm going to bed and this is going to be short.

I am quite happy. We had a women's circle today.

Before I explain anything more, I'm just going to say that it is really hard to explain anything that is going on here. Lety (my boss's wife) said it just perfectly: it is like trying to explain to someone what a mango tastes like. You can tell somebody for three days that a mango tastes like this, or doesn't taste like that. But if you give that person a mango and let them eat it, they will know.

So. With that said. We hiked to Nishnajda, the wilderness camp. I met the one woman who is currently still enrolled in the wilderness guide school's year long program, Denise, who is really craving some female energy, and is going through all sorts of struggles on her incredible journey. We made a fire in the pit at the Moon Lodge, which is surrounded by forest, and sat in a circle, passed the talking stick, and listened to each other as we discussed what we are feeling and thinking.

It was sort of like hiking with Jess or having coffee with Wendy...only a ceremony. I decided that I will at least take this one practice away from here. I can't believe how much I feel better just having been a part of it one time. Now--we do this, supposedly, a couple of times a month. Maybe even every week (hey--that's just about how often I'm taking showers! Coincidence...?) Yes, I know. I stink.

Anyway. Tomorrow is a Grandmother Moon Ceremony-up on Lake Superior, and I'm looking forward very much. I hope I don't wake up with more icky in my throat and nose...think healthy.

And...I love you. Whoever is reading this right now, I love you.

Goodnight, giant moon, spinning light throught the clouds and the trees. Somewhere out there, the same moon is spilling over us all! Or, as wonderful poet Joy Harjo says, from the moon, we all look the same...