WINTER RITE: A Threshold Tending

January 16–18 | In the forest | With the fire

For Boys: Aged 13-15

This life is not a thing to be known.
It is a song to be remembered—sung through us.

We grow into ourselves,
and the memory loosens certainty into surrender.
From here, the Earth holds us.

We remember.

We tend the fire—and it awakens this memory.
We bathe in the waters—and she clears the inheritance.
We lay upon the soil—and he shows us our form.

We breathe in the air— and our ancestry exhales.

These children are not yours.
They are not mine.
We are here to steward the memory of self as whole.

These are the rites we pass through—
from child, to adolescent, to mature adult, to elder.
Just like the trees.
Just like the fire.
Just like the ocean breeze.

You are receiving this not because I crafted it.
But because you called it.
Because the memory is stirring in you now.

And now, it is here.
To awaken the memory that never left.

⟁ JANUARY 16–18

We tend the fire.
Through the night, as it burns, we watch. We listen.
What comes will stir us more deeply into ourselves.

This is not a program.
It is a threshold.

A reunion of coherence,
tuned through the chambers of the heart.

These boys—your sons, our kin—
carry the codes for this experience to arrive.
But the rite begins the moment you feel the flame in your chest.

I’ll be there in the forest, waiting.