


And then it’s done.
The last Circle is held. Each of us checking out, sharing some bits of how we are changed. Also sharing some bits of what will remain percolating. All affirming a kind of medicine found together. And felt together.
Oh, what good can be created with Circle. With experiences shared. With a story told (thx Bi). With an altar of personal pieces that alter us in such alchemical ways. Oh what good can be created with twelve men enjoying breakfast together, telling a few overnight dreams. Oh what good can be created with a time to dwell together touching deeper layers, yet through such simple means.
And then it’s done.
We move on, altared and altered, to the next.
A bow.



