You arrive on Friday evening.
We begin with a welcome ceremony, to open our time together.

Saturday, there is room for the bigger questions.
Nothing to get through.
Everything to be in.

We cook together, eat slowly, and walk gently by the water.
In the cacao ceremony, you drop beneath the doing and touch what actually matters.
In the fire ceremony, the life you have been merely surviving
burns down to the one you came here to live.

Watched.
Witnessed.
Gone.

On Sunday, we close the circle together.

You leave by mid afternoon, same life waiting at home. Different woman walking into it.