A dear friend came over a couple of nights ago. I lit a fire outside in the fire pit, my wife made dinner, and once we had eaten we sat around the fire talking while waiting for the Spring moon to rise. As it did, we took little pieces of paper on which we had written things that we wanted to let go of in our lives, and threw them into the fire. For some we spoke of what we were letting of, for others we were silent, there was a wish for privacy, and we just watched the fire take the paper. I thank our friend for suggesting the idea and am reminded of the power of ritual, and for me the importance of having it in places in my life.