In ayurveda, an out-of-control active brain in as imbalanced Rajas mind, which normally serves us in building, working, analyzing, creating, but out-of-balance we might fall deep into an analytical abyss and turn inward. The overactive Rajas mind turned inward on itself, like mirror on mirror, a bad trip, drives one mad, like a shooter in the depths of the abyss of their own mind.
“They can feel the vibrations of the music and the spirits of the humans walking about them,” and they nod. I am tempted to explain this further, but one just has to see a forest at night during a festival. The lights and the shadows of the large pines & cedars, the occasional aspen glows in the ambient light from the festival beneath the canopy. The sound bouncing through the forest.
“The West is the Best,” for festivals. California especially, for a similar reason that it’s world-class land for cultivating weed, for the same cause of a regular wildfire season. It’s warm and dry here for half the year. Rain and heavy moisture will cause buds to go moldy and wreck a crop, end wildfire season, and turn a festival into a cold, damp swamp.
Good food is really about the spices, salt. A balanced level of sweet, salt, and spice. Texture also plays a big role. On a deeper level, how it digests and sits in the belly is important. Consciously so of the healthy Californians here. Dal is sattvic with the 5-spice blend.
I’ve missed NorCal. The vibes, the people, the lifestyle, the mountain-river-explorer life. It’s good times and I can’t wait for more.
There’s so many friends, lovers, ex-lovers and acquaintances here. Combine that with partying, great music, and the feels come out. I’ve heard this musician say that Burning Man is hard on the couples. I think that all festivals test relationships in some way, in their own way.
I think that I’ve got a minor strain in my left trapezius from trying out some twisting acro-yoga yesterday with Angelica. Shelby rubbed it some and E. Long brought a proper buffer to the fest. Funny that that began as people mickey-mousing car buffers into massage tools, now they’re manufactured for that. Yeah, rest is key. Super key.
It’s been a pleasure to be a part of the festival for so many years. This is my 15th year attending and 14th vending. It’s such a sweet vibe. Not many more like this one in California. You’d have to go to Colorado or further East to get to a festival with a similar line-up.
…The more that I dip my toes into mainstream, big budget festivals, the more I see how special the camp-outs are.
The humanity, the relationships are more work than the work. It’s not a bad thing, just a tiring thing.
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