Sirius Rising

now that's a bonfire, originally uploaded by Lizzie~Belle.

I haven't had nearly enough sleep, but I'm awake and may as well be doing something, so pictures it is. Perhaps some stories too, if my brain will cooperate. :)

( a lovely week )

We had a lot of fun times, and there was very little drama. We had a spontaneous mojito night, in which Tammy and I got very silly (my cheeks hurt from giggling). There was a lot of sharing of stories, both of festivals past and of a more personal nature (I had several people tell me very personal and emotional stories, and I found myself doing the same). There is such a feeling of family and trust, it feels natural to open up with all the things we hold inside all year. It's quite cathartic.

I managed once again to not go to any workshops, although I did go to a couple of the concerts. Kellianna was great; she's local (from Wendell, MA) and does workshops at Awen Tree in Easthampton, so I'm going to have to try and make one of them soon. She has a really great voice, and does chants as well as songs. The Dragon Ritual Drummers were great as always; they dedicated the energy raised during their performance to Frank Barney (one of the owners of Brushwood, who is undergoing treatment for Parkinson's), and broke three drumheads during the show! They said that's never happened before. Kiva was also there, and it was good to see them again. It's been a few years since they've been to Brushwood. Arianna (their singer) was hanging out with us at our campfire the other night, toasting marshmallows and sharing stories.

It's always so hard to leave; as we were driving out, it felt like we had just driven in. I was ready for my own bed & bathroom, though (and my back is all "what the heck?" this morning). There were only a couple of people up when we left, which made it easier, I think. It's always so emotional saying good-bye to everyone. A lot of them I only see there.

I'm sure more stories will come back to me as I re-acclimate (and perhaps take a nap), and I have more artsy photos to share, so there will probably be another post later.

I'm so glad I went. I really couldn't afford it, but I couldn't not go. It's my family of choice, and it feeds my spirit like nothing else in my life. I feel a real connection to the land and the people there that form an intentional community that is colorful, joyful, and inclusive.

Sirius Rising

now that's a bonfire, originally uploaded by Lizzie~Belle.

I haven't had nearly enough sleep, but I'm awake and may as well be doing something, so pictures it is. Perhaps some stories too, if my brain will cooperate. :)

( a lovely week )

We had a lot of fun times, and there was very little drama. We had a spontaneous mojito night, in which Tammy and I got very silly (my cheeks hurt from giggling). There was a lot of sharing of stories, both of festivals past and of a more personal nature (I had several people tell me very personal and emotional stories, and I found myself doing the same). There is such a feeling of family and trust, it feels natural to open up with all the things we hold inside all year. It's quite cathartic.

I managed once again to not go to any workshops, although I did go to a couple of the concerts. Kellianna was great; she's local (from Wendell, MA) and does workshops at Awen Tree in Easthampton, so I'm going to have to try and make one of them soon. She has a really great voice, and does chants as well as songs. The Dragon Ritual Drummers were great as always; they dedicated the energy raised during their performance to Frank Barney (one of the owners of Brushwood, who is undergoing treatment for Parkinson's), and broke three drumheads during the show! They said that's never happened before. Kiva was also there, and it was good to see them again. It's been a few years since they've been to Brushwood. Arianna (their singer) was hanging out with us at our campfire the other night, toasting marshmallows and sharing stories.

It's always so hard to leave; as we were driving out, it felt like we had just driven in. I was ready for my own bed & bathroom, though (and my back is all "what the heck?" this morning). There were only a couple of people up when we left, which made it easier, I think. It's always so emotional saying good-bye to everyone. A lot of them I only see there.

I'm sure more stories will come back to me as I re-acclimate (and perhaps take a nap), and I have more artsy photos to share, so there will probably be another post later.

I'm so glad I went. I really couldn't afford it, but I couldn't not go. It's my family of choice, and it feeds my spirit like nothing else in my life. I feel a real connection to the land and the people there that form an intentional community that is colorful, joyful, and inclusive.

more pix

I just made a post over at my photo blog, of some of the more artsy flowery pix I took at camp.

(And a reminder that you can sign up for the feed here)

I took a nap this afternoon, and had the weirdest of weirdass dreams ever. It took a whole page of my notebook to write it down, and I'm sure that I missed several bits. My brain is obviously still processing my week at camp! *g*

more pix

I just made a post over at my photo blog, of some of the more artsy flowery pix I took at camp.

(And a reminder that you can sign up for the feed here)

I took a nap this afternoon, and had the weirdest of weirdass dreams ever. It took a whole page of my notebook to write it down, and I'm sure that I missed several bits. My brain is obviously still processing my week at camp! *g*