29Introduction
We sit in circle silently
returning to breath, our first prayer
Inbreath, outbreath
The literal way we are connected
To air, to each other
Words become our invocation
Be still, listen
We go around, sunwise,
passing our talking stick
Te toca a ti, your turn
Casting the circle
Stitching ourselves in ritual to Earth
Weaving ourselves together
We make a sacred holding space
For work that is beautiful
And not always pretty
We claim languages older than words
The dance of the body/mind
The dance of spirit
What will we create together?
We close with silence
Joining hands to remember
Words of blessing
The candle is extinguished