We decided it was time for Thea and Liam to have their first grilled steak so I set the cooker up and let them watch as I fanned the flames (always a kid favorite). Then, as we were standing there waiting for the coals to settle it was as if the children became possessed by Prometheus and they began this strange, tribal dance, encouraging the flames to rise.

Words fail in my attempt to describe the terror I felt. It was as if I were channeling Jung as he sat, captivated and caught by the power of the drum circle.