The Wild Rumpus

Out in the dark night, with wild waves crashing and the wind in your hair, there’s a fire. We’ll meet there.

Gather round, dear wildling. Feel the warmth radiate, from fire and fellows gathered. This is where we get free.

This is where we remember ourselves home. This is where we breathe, rest, connect, calling forth new worlds through our bodies and choices. This is where we shed the skins that have kept us too small, too separate, and emerge into more spacious and generative ways of being.

Let the rumpus begin.