We are exhilarated, hair and eyes streaming. The circle has been cast. The moon clears the treetops and shines on the circle. We huddle closer for warmth. A woman moves into the center of the circle.
Voices merge into one endlessly modulated harmony.
The circle is enveloped in a cone of light. She is smiling. She remembers who she is. One by one, we will step into the center of the circle. We will hear our names chanted, feel the cone rise around us.