And so begins the time of truth and reconciliation between the human and other than human, the man and the woman, the children and the elders.

So begins the messy grieving, the tender revealing of scars and uncertainties, the sharing of dreams turned into disappointing memories. So begins the unveiling of the wound, the undressing of the archetype, the knowing of the being beneath, barely known to themselves.

And so we offer ourselves to be vulnerable again so as to know truth and inncoence as protection.