In near-total silence, lake waters calm as glass, we stood in the darkness with our heads tilted towards the night sky as the legion of constellations proceeded before us, as Altair the Eagle shone brightly over the mountains, as the planets twinkled low on the horizon, all set against the faint yellow river of the Milky Way and accented by the sudden flash of shooting stars. We arrived for our first night at Crescent after a long, in-depth conversation about feminism, paganism, and the dharma.