Rite of Passage—an important journey for boys


Three days ago I sent my 13-year-old son off into the bush with fourteen other boys, their fathers and some men trained to provide these “kids” with a Rite of Passage into manhood.

I’m going to write about this in more detail later. At the moment I’m busy processing my own journey—cutting the ties to my child, and preparing to welcome home a young man. Changes in the way we relate will, and need to occur.

In the meantime, have a look at the program here. I’ve been incredibly impressed so far. And I have no qualms or fears about the safety of my son, despite the fact that they are seriously out bush in what is the wildest, wettest week this year.

As the elder of the group announced—they were about to create a community. Any community is like a knot… and wet knots are tighter.

I have loved travelling with my boy. We have taken countless journeys together. This is one he must take without me.

I will write more about this once he is home.