Two years ago, I sat in a small circle of peers and our guides– the desert winds blowing furiously in our faces and blinding our eyes with dust– in preparation to head out on a journey into the remote parts of Death Valley for 5 days on my own. With just water and some survival gear, without food or shelter, I would sleep on the earth floor, close to the bones, my body exposed to the elemental impulse of the wild gods. 

I like to say that women’s bodies have taught me my work. And 15 years in, they continue to.    But if anyone had told me 15 years ago...

Image by Nona Limmen As the intense appetites and indulgences of summer begin to wane and the wheel of cycles turns once more, there...