we sat in a circle as two strangers...
on the longest night of the year
a ceremony to bring...
magic...
and intention...
to share....
light and love
into each others lives...
we exchanged gifts
of empowerment...
accomplishment...
a year of dedication...
of love...
experience...
patience...
intention...
and magic...
a magical scarf
infused with so much Love
so much of Corinne...
that when I first put it on...
the feel and weight and scent
enveloping...
lifting...
I started to spin
and dance...
transported to a plane of spring flowers
yellow and fragrant...
seeing myself in her eyes
Circe herself could not have cast a finer spell
for this is no Circe
this is Penelope
who finished her weaving
just in time for this Ulysses
to reach her shores
grateful to be reunited
with his beloved queen...

this story has just begun...