Tonight I looked around the circle of 11 women. The candles flickered. Sometimes the flurorescent lights came on in the middle of a predator trance, but that was okay. We were fighting patriarchy. These things happen I tried to keep paying attention to that, to what was actually happening, instead of my plan. We shared the deals we've made and what home is and what we are willing to know and the price of knowing and all the questions that we don't have answers to and how the grief of the world right now is bottomless and how that still isn't enough. But tonight, saying all that was enough. I looked around the room as they moved like their animals and told the truth and saw each other in the fight of this time, which is like no other time. Their wings and ears and tails were like sparks around a bonfire and their faces were wild and beautiful.