Two sets of wings shimmered as the dragonflies, lifted by invisible currents, danced overhead locked in an ancient ritual and she watched from the ground, the sun caressing her skin.
LouAnne and Tina began writing immediately. It was like they’d had this stored up and were channeling the information. But I hesitated, suddenly afraid. I’d had fleeting romances and mad crushes, but had never known real love, the kind where you want that person around forever. So what if I did something wrong with this
“But first,” Casie said, “we’ll need supplies.” So we all piled into LouAnne’s car because hers was cleanest, and drove to a nearby mall. We hit the stationary store first, where we each spent an inordinate amount of time choosing the perfect pens and paper. Next, a health food store where herbs were purchased along
I feel compelled to open the package with some sense of ceremony. I retrieve scissors, a candle and matches from the kitchen and tip toe back to our room like I used to do as a teenager sneaking in after curfew. Before I cross the threshold, I light the candle, and solemnly enter. I circle
She is me as I would like to be. She speaks to me of challenges and secret motivations. “The key is to begin, it’s good to have goals.” She leads me to the ritual circle. I stand on the virgin ice, unencumbered by usual restrictions. She shows me the curing ritual. In a spasm of