In the space of a breath – a heartbeat – on Winter Solstice, a fine ray of light shows on the eastern horizon of our dreams. We'll gather on Solstice night!

Dancers and dreamers, artists and activists, workers and wanderers, come! As the Sufi poet Rumi wrote,

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.

It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair!

Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.