The nutloaf was nutty. The drumming was drummy. I bought a dykey leather bracelet, got my period, howled like a wolf, showered in the open air and woke up in a tent underneath several inches of water during a thunderstorm. I washed dishes in a communal trough and let a silky wolf spider shimmy up my arm. I felt Lisa Vogel’s true love for each one of us in the fireworks show on Saturday at Night Stage.
It was Fest. It was the last Fest.
Before I left, I rubbed my new bracelet in the dirt and on the bark of trees in an effort to take the Land back with me. I tore off a piece of a fern, put it in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
I’m in the denial stage of grief: Lisa will hear our pain; feel our need; change her mind, I keep thinking. And…
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Today is an amazingly beautiful California morning. I was in awe of the many colours of green in the trees this morning. It was wonderful to just drink the colour in through my eyes. I had to only choose 9 of the trees there are so many beautiful trees this morning.
I raise my face to a beautiful summer morning
Blessings of greens of trees
Blessings of a sunny morning
Blessings of a cool breeze
As I walk through this day.
Flexibility of the tall palms
Beauty of Redwood
Grace of the Sycamore
Fragrance of Pines
Healing of Eucalyptus
Spicyness of the Pepper tree
Glory of the Coral tree
Nourishment of the Olive
Longevity of Oak
Blessings and protection of the trees
Be with me all this day and night
Every minute from twilight to twilight,
Light to dark and dark to light.