multi-talented

I'm eating dessert with Lynn Miles.

Ok, think "6 degrees of separation" type dessert- but think fewer steps.
Shall we back the train up a little further so this all makes sense?

I have a friend who has a bed and breakfast. I'm sure I've gloated about this before.
I have a friend who has a bed and breakfast, and I'm house sitting for her again. I will be gloating about this more.
I have a friend who has a bed and breakfast, and each year during the festival she has some of the musicians stay at her bed and breakfast- so they don't have to camp out on the hill (though, some of them do, and they have the right to gloat).

Anyway, this year, Miss Lynn Miles stayed at the B&B (again) and this year, as a little thank you gift, she left a little box of the cutest ever chocolate shortbread cookies for the hostess. I just ate some for dessert. And... I've got a few for my lunch. Along with a cookie that the hostess herself made- think apple crisp crumble.... but handheld.

A drab

Is there a measurement unit that's comparable to a Drib or a Drab? I've always wondered.

Awhile back I saw an advertisment for a set of measuring spoons- a pinch, a titch, a smidgen... etc... I'd love to find them again.

I was thinking about what matters today.

and about what doesn't.

And I need to make some changes. Big ones. Why hold on to the things that drag you along? Why spend time with the things that just hold you back? Why dwell on the holdings of sadness and pain? 

I choose to do something new.

I choose to find joy.

that wasn't the drab I was going for.

A drib

One set of photos....

and another...

sigh... I want to go back to the nation.... (SVFF Nation that is)

There was a conversation going on between several people on the weekend... that the festival isn't just about the music. It's a series of mini festivals- all with a common goal, inclusion, community, and enjoyment. This year I had quite a bit of free time to sit and watch the main event - the music festival and arts village... and I found that it wasn't what I was there for at all. I was there for the common goal. I was there for the hard work. I was there for connecting with old friends, building new relationships. I was there for the fresh air, the campfires, the cooking, the walking, the sweating, the tears, the laughter.... I could actually be there and not even need the bands playing.

(note:: there were several people/groups that I would not have missed... they were fantastic)

These "mini festivals" happen all around us, we don't set out to create them, they follow when people aren't looking for them. They are the real reason something like SVFF works- they keep the volunteers coming back, they keep people impassioned and fed. 

I need to be looking for those in my day to day life.

But I still miss the nation.

Valley Thoughts

People talked a lot about their "festival moments" this year. 

That single moment that defined what the festival meant to them... or the moment that fulfilled why we do what we do there.

I know mine... do you know yours?

dribs and drabs

things are going to come in bit by bit... processing...

I haven't really been at the breakdown level I've been in the past- after the festival... but, it's still always hard, coming back to this day to day life.

read this while I process.

back

I sat in my car in the driveway crying tonight.

I made it through the whole week- weekend without getting to drain-out point. Without crying over ridiculous things like lost bandaids, or ugly fruit... but getting home was something different.

It was like- getting out of the car meant the whole experience was over for the year. 

It would mark the end.

And as excited as I am for future things, I would be quite happy living in those festival moments for a long while.