Home. Home, home, home. A golden bell hung in my heart.
I'm home from the Boryeong Mud Festival. For which there are forthcoming two days worth of pictures and a write-up. I'm going to try and at least get the pictures up tonight, but I'm not sure I've got enough in me for doing the both tonight. Especially after already managing laundry, dishes, unpacking, showering and my Goddess journal.
Boryeong was undeniably gorgeous, and even against a 100% chance of rain warning we had none. I met amazing people again, at least one of which I expect you shall hear me talking of frequently in days to come, had fun in and with the mud in many ways, and best of all -- my soul was embraced and centered and awash in the truly captivating Daecheon beach with its expansive, endless Yellow Sea.
I am a little sun burned and a lot of peaceful, happy, content, sleepy tonight.
Boryeong was undeniably gorgeous, and even against a 100% chance of rain warning we had none. I met amazing people again, at least one of which I expect you shall hear me talking of frequently in days to come, had fun in and with the mud in many ways, and best of all -- my soul was embraced and centered and awash in the truly captivating Daecheon beach with its expansive, endless Yellow Sea.
I am a little sun burned and a lot of peaceful, happy, content, sleepy tonight.