A place where, after the fires were lighted, and the drumming, and the silence, there would be a hush of expectancy . . . a knowing that each one there was leaving old conformity to find her self . . . a sense that all of womanhood stood on the threshold.
And if, during the hush, others had helped you to trust your own becoming . . . to trust it and quietly and prayerfully to nurture it . . .
How might your life be different? ~ Judith Duerk (Circle of Stones)
