Reuniting in the Course of Time

I hear I am not alone in the bewitching hour of 3, 4, or 5 AM. This is comforting some how. Perhaps we can form a circle and sit as the elders once did if only in consciousness. Not only in American Indian tradition for I have memories as a child of all the women gathered on the porches canning and talking and laughing. This is what we were meant to do. For within this circle comes the values of hidden treasures of times past and gone but the truth lingers within its embrace of our existence. We are not meant to be alone. And we are not as long as we know this. So gather here and now and reveal our inner most treasures. I will hold a place for you in our circle where the deepest darkness reveals our souls delight, where Love and Light and Laughter is born.