As light makes room for dark, Nature calls on us to come back home to the interior and the one who dwells there—the artist, writer, poet, storyteller, meaning maker, excavator of truth, channel for love and beauty and destruction too, the messy, but trying, human.

Eyes closed and back straight, breath of Life circling in our figure eight, we return our gaze to the singular flame illuminating the veiled potential. Cilia standing awake to catch the sound and sense, we greet the sweet scent, the subtlest rhythm and the pouring open, the howling, rambling, confused just keep scribbling, desperately bargaining with self.

We gather with others around the hearth to find grace, and give it too, let kindness move through low hums and heads nodding, eyes holding a deeper knowing, remembering the feeling of what is often just theory, that we are one Body, one Being, one Dreaming.

On November 15, we to return to body, breath, and the pen in the warmth of good company, in a circle of friends.

• Welcome, tea and light snacks, group introductions (30 mins)

• Opening intentions, somatic practices, Reiki (45 mins)

• Writing prompts, free writing, creative play (45 mins)

• Circle sharing and discussion (45 mins)

• Closing breath, goodbyes (15 mins)