It is that time of year. I consider it the last hurrah of summer. Harvest Time. the true end of the season for productivity, the beginning of the time for introspection. Time to get together and celebrate, reflect, and gather the seeds of the future. A New Year's Eve of sorts. The rhythm of my life marks time with this event.

When a womyn's thoughts turn to the Midwest, and tent seam sealer is applied!

I am leaving for Cleveland tomorrow. A flurry of excited packing and errands all day today. Then we caravan from Cleveland to the Festival. My 16th consecutive Festival is this year. Festival is becoming just a more elaborate backdrop for this "Family Reunion" with the best girlfriends a woman could ever have. These are the women I will live with like the Golden Girls when that time comes.

I'll be back mid-August, all relaxed and refreshed. The energy I usually spend with my car keys between my knuckes and checking to see if my doors are locked will be spent laughing. You'd be amazed how much energy that is. It's like a big gear shift from caution to joy, and I simply refuse to do without it for a single year.

Travel safely my sistahs!
2 comments:
Hey there!
What a wonderful blog you have made! I’m going to be checking in a regular basis!
Best to you!
RoBear
THANK YOU for leaving a comment, RoBear! So good to see you on the ether!
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