I remember a time when my tribe gathered monthly in a sacred circle illuminated by candlelight.
Sometimes we’d tell stories, other times we’d sing.
And there were times when we would address the sexual exploitations of our women by men in our community.
Our tight-knit community distrusted the status quo and sought to create something beautiful, something sacred, amidst our toxic culture founded on entitlement.
We sought to be the change. We grew food, shared food with those poorer than ourselves, broke bread…