Nice thoughts, LL. Thank you.

When I lived back east, my friends and I had a spot in the woods by one friend's house, where we had made a clearing with a ring of rocks for a small firepit. We would meet there at the full moon and make small Native American prayer pouches, with red cloth, tobacco and corn meal, each of us *sending* our prayers, through the ritual. Some chose to keep their pouches as reminders, others put them in the fire in a symbolic release.

We also sang sacred, to us anyway, songs and went around the circle, giving each person a chance to speak their thanksgivings and petitions/prayers.

Afterwards, we would have tea and cookies etc. inside.

Tonight, in a solitary mode, I will go outside, look up at her and give silent thanks. I miss my friends and our circle, though.

kat