I was feeling fairly disoriented for the past couple weeks. Unsettled and unsure. (As evidenced by my antics at the Ball.)
Friday was the Celebration. Manifestival. We came together to become one community through music and rhythm. I usually don’t have Primary Religious Experience at these Celebrations, but this one did instigate a settling for me.
I had a face to face with Ex-Squared, I had a face to face with O and we sorted out a friendship, I was on such a roll I was sorry That Brief Guy wasn’t there so I could just be honest there, too. But, maybe that would have been going a little too far. I wasn’t the only one thinking it, though. More than one person said, “Oh, too bad ______ didn’t make it!”
Tulip would have been proud.
Drummer Boy was, not surprisingly, absent. A mutual friend came up to me and asked after him. I could only acknowledge that he was missed.
R was amazingly sexy in her special made-for-the-Celebration dress. Stone and Garma were beautiful, as usual.
And the music moved us to share and to open and to risk and to dance. It provided a background for our learning more about each other.
Recently David and Ellie, who aren’t in this particular Community, both wrote about the deep, spiritual, healing, unspeakable quality of music. How timely.
From oonz oonz to a Halleluiah chorus…
We are one in the dance.