Drums and fire at Hawkfest

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.  ;)