There’s a circle I’m a part of that has been gathering for almost six years. A few of us had a pot-luck meal and council on Saturday evening. Jerry, one of our members, noticed that it was approaching Earth Hour. He unplugged a couple of household items and turned off the lights. We continued our council of sharing nightdreams, stories, and insights in their large, dark main room lit only by a single beeswax candle. The dancing shadows and campfire-like atmosphere were primal and took us deeper into ourselves and into the experience of one another.