Saturday was Faire

Our biannual Womenspirit Faire was Saturday. It was a weird Faire for me. For one, I forgot my camera. I never forget my camera. I remembered it was still on the couch when I had already driven about halfway or to translate a half an hour in no traffic at that time in the morning. It’s a long way from Valley Village/North Hollywood to Long Beach so there was no way I could go back and still make it for the beginning of Faire. And once I got there I found out A hadn’t received my yes for doing a reading but there was a hour open with no entertainment after Gillian the inimitable storyteller so I was easily plugged in there.

We always start with an Opening Ritual and the circle is usually a lot larger but we had trouble getting vendors for this Faire for some reason and there were only about 4 of is LBWS/TOILA members there when we started. Usually we’re at least a ¼ of the circle but thankfully some others arrived later. I think the worst part of Faire is seeing Laura’s spirit at Faire and missing her so much. She really was the heart of LBWS/TOILA. I had many conversations about our beloved Heiromum on Saturday. We all had different relationships with her and she gave us each something different.

I went around with Tony M so he could get pictures of all the vendors that didn’t mind having their picture taken. There are always a few that don’t. And then my friend Linda Illes and her husband Jeff came. Linda is responsible for a lot of the publications and other things that go on in FOI and was appointed by Olivia, the last of the founders before she died last year. She is the one that consecrated D and M and I as Arch Druids. That was something we had worked so hard for and Laura died before we could have her do it. So we asked Linda and we were so honoured for she and Traci to do it.

There was a booth that was selling faery wings and they were calling to me something fierce, especially a pair of peacock wings but the woman who was selling them knew I was a Druid because I had read from the Littlest Druid stories and showed me her only pair of wings that were live oaks leaves. Love at first sight. So I was gifted with those by Linda. I wish I had had them before I read. I would have worn them.

I did my first videotaping this time. Gillian drafted me to video tape her story telling. I’m a still photographer so this was something very new to me. I’ve only done small video bits before not a whole performance. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad. I tried not to move the camera in a way that would make a watcher sea sick. I read after Gillian but not too long before I got an email from D about how M was doing and it wasn’t good so I made the mistake of reading one of my Brighid healing prayers first and kind of lost it a little but I got centered and read two other Littlest Druid stories and every time I tried to go to a different story, the Littlest Druid learns about loss came up about losing a friend so I read that one last, big mistake because I turned into a big nose running pile of goo, always attractive and snot faced me is all on camera, swell. Thankfully the people listening were people who were either friends or they seemed to understand.