Finally, festival season is here. The hubby and I got to attend our first festival in 3 years last weekend -- Hawkfest at the wonderful Dragon Hills in Georgia. It began on Thursday with many arriving Wednesday evening, but we weren't able to make it out until Friday, arriving around 2 pm local time. Storms had passed through both Wednesday and Thursday with cold rain and strong winds. One of our friends had her booth completely blown down; others had damage to tents and pop-up booths as well. I was a more than a little concerned about a soggy, muddy, cold weekend, even while I kept telling myself, "It WILL be wonderful and beautiful!" (Because I firmly believe in the power of positive affirmation.) And guess what! It WAS beautiful and it WAS wonderful. The mud had mostly dried in the 60-something-degree temps on Friday afternoon and the sun felt like the warm blessing it should.
i spent the days just hanging out and visiting. I took a sacred dance workshop that gave me lots of insight and great new ways to move. I met some fabulous people that I can't wait to see again.
I do wish I had spent some time exploring and meditating in that wonderful place, but I didn't. I also wish I had spent more time dancing around the fire in the evenings. I wimped out both Friday and Saturday nights and was in bed by midnight. Ah well, there's always September. ;)
