Some days I feel so blessed.
I’m sitting in the community building of the renaissance festival campground. It’s a beautiful and rustic, wooden structure with screened windows around three sides, the kind you’d expect to find at any summer camp. Continue reading Oh the Music of the Heart
Back to the beautiful magic, and dampish reality, of living in a forest.
The balance of delight and displeasure is concise amongst the trees. For the ever-present mosquitoes hovering within inches of my skin, my eyes are dazzled by thousands of fireflies Continue reading Life in the Wood
Last weekend, I went to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival to buy a handmade belt from a friend.
I was fourteen the first time I’d seen the fair, and it was night time. I’d arrived during late summer within a pack of high-school kids trucked out to build and paint on various stages. The second time I saw the fair was the next morning. I’d spent the night in a sleeping bag on hay bales, in a now long-gone building called, if I remember right, Bruegel Cottage. It stood next to the equally long-time gone Bad Manor, THE Bad Manor, where now stands the feast hall. Continue reading One of My Places
The leaving seems always the natural extension of being on the road.
This Monday, after the last fair weekend, is gentle with the sounds of dismantling and packing. Yet the grounds are quieter than usual, the lighter travelers having already left. Over the weekend we’ve talked of the next landing places, and said our ‘see-ya-laters’. Hugs and smiles exchanged, greetings and good tidings to be passed along. Continue reading Leaving and Arriving
Yes, now this is a Renaissance Festival. Our 6th Saturday was finally booked solid for braids, and the Sunday wasn’t half bad either. On my break I made sure to catch shows I’d been meaning to see. Lot’s of good weather and smiling faces. A lovely weekend all around. Continue reading Winding Down
Yay 5th Weekend! Another busy couple of days that honed my skills of hair traffic control. I’m noticing that my irritation at the bossy parents has reached it’s pique. I am tired of standing by as some poor child, with no interest in having her hair braided, is being goaded into getting their hair done just because the parent wants it. I’ve started to suggest to the parents that they get their hair done instead. Continue reading Chores and Fun
Though this week has been rainy and chilly, there’s been plenty of musical fun to while the time. I’ve got a comfy spot in my screen tent set up for playing. Then at the Inn: blues jam, jazz jam, and misc howling into the night. A few serene practice hours on Miss Laura’s porch in between the cloud dousings. I’m feeling pretty fortunate. Continue reading Rhythm and Clews
It’s been quite a while since I’ve been out under such a sky. Where the Milky Way rolls across in silky brilliance. This night I’m laying out on my soft, picnic blanket. Clear above, no moon. The only clouds are along the horizon, obscuring light from the nearest cities.
Like last summer, I’ve been taking twilight walks. A great time of day for mindful connection to the world immediately around me. Often I find a place to sit and listen. Here, the parking lot has some cool boulders. The site has nooks and crannies great for solitary observation, at least until the mosquitoes chase me to the cover of my screen tent.
Continue reading The Stars are Fantastic
Second weekend, same as the first. But with more rain. Thin crowds, low morale. Gravel and sand washing from the top of the site to the bottom.
But, the weekday repairs.
Shortly after a show opens, the neighborhood coalesces into a community. Continue reading Fair Life
The Fourth of July parade in Fairhaven, last Friday, did not disappoint. Fire trucks from surrounding communities, student marching bands, a giant puppet troupe and floats from local businesses. Everyone of them throwing candy and prizes to the kiddies.
Continue reading Fair Living