I often tell people that “one of my favorite things about a festival is driving away.” That means that I love the impermanence of a festival.
After Spiro left, I took a moment to look out the front of our booth. While I rested my elbows on the tiki bar, I observed the golden hour. The early arrivals were here, their tired bodies with lively spirits lounging in small groups on the lawn under the shade of large willow trees. Not too far off, the Lightning Stage continued growing. The build crew tending to its construction all day and all night.
I will be the slow-moving spirit that is fluid and like a large body of water or a whale, I will shift my energy in confluence with the flow.
And the way that the festival was set up, with its location up against the mountains like in a moraine, it was perfectly positioned to receive the deluge.