“winter solstice ritual at a hippy retreat center” by Julia on Amanda’s couch

Sunday December 24, 2017

1:16pm

5 minutes

Dear Sugar on therumpus.net

In the upstairs room we open the skylight to let in the crisp air. We cover up the light with a dark pillow and a rainbow one that fits better on top. We sit on the floor next to the strawberry creams in a plastic bag. We light the candles of each chakra and place them around us. We light the incense and the joint and we take off our socks. The tears are there before the answers. We always knew we were witches. She reads the booklet and I hold the cards near my heart. She tells me where to lay them and I open my skin to the room. After everything is illuminated we sit inside our sanctuary and let our esses turn to mud.

“winter solstice ritual at a hippy retreat center” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday December 24, 2017
9:09am
5 minutes
Dear Sugar on therumpus.net

Come on Thelma! It’s the solstice! The darkest day of the year, Thelma!
We gotta go down to the ritual at Morningstar. It only happens once a year! You loved it last time you went, I don’t know why you keep acting like you didn’t… You said you loved those drums! If you don’t want to go, then unfortunately I’m going to have to go without you. I need this, I really do. It’s been a hell of a year, Thelma. I know I put on a brave face, but truth be told – I’m struggling. I need to jump over that fire! I need to drink apple cider vinegar cocktails! I need to hug Bear Claw MacDougall!