My friend and I did a ritual tonight in which we picked a stone to hold all of our old stories of grief, loss, under-confidence, fear, lack. We held those stones in our hands together until we felt finished and then buried them in the ground. After this we picked a different stone to represent the future, all that we want to call in and what isn’t yet even imagined that we might wish to invite. Those we cast into a magical part of the woods with feathers and offerings to give them wings and nurture. The language of ritual. I imagine this extending to the whole world and each person in it. It is a prayer.