The Truth of My Humanity

Camping out with a women's spiritual growth group miles from civilization, I stood in the moonlight staring into the fierce crackling fire. Someone threw another log on; ribbons of flame shot up and disappeared into the black sky. As the ceremony progressed, a wineskin appeared. A woman near me threw back her head and a stream squirted into her throat. The wineskin passed to me. I grinned, shook my head, and passed it on. We beat drums and sounded eerie noises on conch shells--I felt my power and connection to the universe.