feeling deliciously fluffy and mellow, back from a week roaming around the western lands firstly pootling about near glasto with lovely friends, up the tor, zig zag, forensic grammar(!) cactii and erbs Then the glorious hug fest that is buddhafield… the site hunkered down in a valley, serene amongst trees, prayer flags fluttering against a backdrop of sky, the mingled sounds of drums, voices singing and the grumpy thud of electronic beats interestingly i didn’t have as many of the full power euphoric moments of other years, but just felt astonishingly happy… enough, more than enough! land and people, always it is land and people that both heals and nourishes us lots of missed connections, curious how many friends you can only glimpse but once over 5 days, but, ha, no matter when you can plonk yourself down next to a random stranger, gabble away, share a moment my most powerful memory is just that of laughing! many many lovely new people grooving away down the front to omniblivion, qi gong, yakking about the fire, singing, snuggled up, cozy in small world after all the bands have gone stewarding, rocking the walkie talkie, hi viz and colourful ermintrude hat! Curiously, stewarding is brill, a few niggly moments of course(!), but its such a gentle friendly way to get involved with and deeply into the festie its a bit like being in a singing workshop, if i’m at the back, on the edge, behind a couple of tall broad fellows then i just can’t feel it, miss every note but when i wriggle and shimmy my way to the front, there, cocooned amongst folk, caressed by the timbre and warmth of the human voice… there …together heartfelt thanks to all you beauuuuuuuuuuuuutiful souls. Love Ya! no pics, as always, so just the first song i’m listening to this morning… take it away janis
