"Diving into the Wreck"
The land of which gathering takes place, not only is safe-to me, yet contains some type of magik not well defined. Strange things happen to the mind. Days are smeared together, clouds take on shapes, there are strange lights glowing from the woods, during the darkest night, stars fall, and animal noises are heard from your tent.
Fairy's are deleated overlooked from the no-talent show.
I was planning on reading a poem, during the Annual no-talent show. This choice was made prior to embarkation. Risky perhaps, for most displays are quite flamboyant, and jovial. None-the-less, I thought, it would BEST display, my high school forensics background.
During 2007's gathering, Lark introduced me to the piece, while watching clouds roll during a lazy afternoon. Having not heard it before, I would spend an evening, coping the poem, into my journal. Adrienne's words, discription of a scuba dive to a shipwreck, had hit a cord: I found insight within.
During 2008's gathering, moreso to stock the internal fire with more wood, I had Lark read the poem, during an afternoon of sharing, with Salamander and Mamaki.
It was only mandatory, obligatory, and ritualistic, for me to read the poem. It was my turn.
As the week progressed, the nature of holding court with Salamander facinated me, held intrique. Yet, I still maintained gaurded, and held an open mind. As he had prior stated "we could go deep or shallow as we want". I was game, on my own silent account, that I would need pushing into the "lake", Salamander would have to do that.
As the week progressed, dance cards, got filled. As much as time isn't an issue per se, it gloams over like looming rainshower. We finally decided Thursday, after brunch would be a good time. Dive into the river, its probably a good idea.
What I realised out of the conversation, not only a new-found respect for Salamander, but a clarity and a peace. The discussion was similiar to therapy, sans the $263.00 fee. Sometimes best things in life, are free....
Being my third gathering, I focused my thoughts within, my involvement with the fairys, what brought me to the fairy's, and of the "wreck".
The "wreck" being the topic of conversation. Unknownst to be, I had held court with Salamander in '07, therefore only a refresher course had to be given. We'd had been here before.
His questions were unorthadox, unexpected, and fresh. They also contained the maritime allagories, that I salavate at the mention of. He suggested, and agreed that returning a certian someones phone call wouldn't be a good idea.
The ocean, seldom gives up its dead. Shipwrecks lay buried, corroding into the elements. The Titanic has become a type of tourist attraction. Dives to the luxury liner, keep asking questions, revisiting, probing for answers. For which there may be none.
What I saved from the conversation, was the absolute peace I felt afterward. I was in that moment, and that moment was o.k.
Gifts come in many forms, karma recycles and returns differently. Over the last few years, my life has changed. That is why I returned. That is what I was looking for.....
...inidently, the poem I was going to read was "Diving into the Wreck" by Adriene Rich".
Fairy's are deleated overlooked from the no-talent show.
I was planning on reading a poem, during the Annual no-talent show. This choice was made prior to embarkation. Risky perhaps, for most displays are quite flamboyant, and jovial. None-the-less, I thought, it would BEST display, my high school forensics background.
During 2007's gathering, Lark introduced me to the piece, while watching clouds roll during a lazy afternoon. Having not heard it before, I would spend an evening, coping the poem, into my journal. Adrienne's words, discription of a scuba dive to a shipwreck, had hit a cord: I found insight within.
During 2008's gathering, moreso to stock the internal fire with more wood, I had Lark read the poem, during an afternoon of sharing, with Salamander and Mamaki.
It was only mandatory, obligatory, and ritualistic, for me to read the poem. It was my turn.
As the week progressed, the nature of holding court with Salamander facinated me, held intrique. Yet, I still maintained gaurded, and held an open mind. As he had prior stated "we could go deep or shallow as we want". I was game, on my own silent account, that I would need pushing into the "lake", Salamander would have to do that.
As the week progressed, dance cards, got filled. As much as time isn't an issue per se, it gloams over like looming rainshower. We finally decided Thursday, after brunch would be a good time. Dive into the river, its probably a good idea.
What I realised out of the conversation, not only a new-found respect for Salamander, but a clarity and a peace. The discussion was similiar to therapy, sans the $263.00 fee. Sometimes best things in life, are free....
Being my third gathering, I focused my thoughts within, my involvement with the fairys, what brought me to the fairy's, and of the "wreck".
The "wreck" being the topic of conversation. Unknownst to be, I had held court with Salamander in '07, therefore only a refresher course had to be given. We'd had been here before.
His questions were unorthadox, unexpected, and fresh. They also contained the maritime allagories, that I salavate at the mention of. He suggested, and agreed that returning a certian someones phone call wouldn't be a good idea.
The ocean, seldom gives up its dead. Shipwrecks lay buried, corroding into the elements. The Titanic has become a type of tourist attraction. Dives to the luxury liner, keep asking questions, revisiting, probing for answers. For which there may be none.
What I saved from the conversation, was the absolute peace I felt afterward. I was in that moment, and that moment was o.k.
Gifts come in many forms, karma recycles and returns differently. Over the last few years, my life has changed. That is why I returned. That is what I was looking for.....
...inidently, the poem I was going to read was "Diving into the Wreck" by Adriene Rich".