“I try to remember when time’s measure / painfully chafes, for instance when autumn / flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing / to stay – how everything lives, shifting / from one bright vision to another, forever / in these momentary pastures.”

— from "Fall Song" by Mary Oliver

As we move from the sparkle of summer to the folding inward of the fall season, we pause to honor 11/22, a date with potent numerological significance.

At this moment of transition, we allow ourselves to celebrate and grieve the bygone joy of the golden days, and we generate our own light — a ritual fire — around which to dance and drum our way into the new, slower, denser rhythms of the autumn.

Limited to 4 participants.

$55 — includes abundant snacks, materials, and transportation to/from Homer