The intiation part 2
Part 2: In the forest, from my hiding place in the trees as I spied on an initiation rite (see Part 1): The music took the lead, started turning the tide. The sighs and moans continued, but gentled in response to the changing music until the crackling of the fire could be heard again – a siren’s song, a call to a more primitive way. Both masses slid and moved sinuously until, rather than being a whole, each had a centre – a single person who was the focus of their attention. Carafe’s of sweet...