I walk back in time to help make a coming-of-age ceremony for Girl-Warrior. I construct a doorway where sunrise is a line above a dark blue horizon. Her grandmothers and great-grandmothers gather around and speak. The ancestors appear here to help because she is one of us. She is us. She is worthy of love, of tenderness, of all that she needs to create a future. The world lives within the cradle of her hips. She is every girl, this girl.
