I returned to my tent after 11 pm satisfied after hearing Dar Williams sing “Family” (among other things) and the Indigo Girls sing “Love’s Recovery” (among other things). I also returned to my tent regretting my choice to skip the shower lines the past few days, my skin gritty with three days sweat, bug spray, sunscreen, rain, and good ol’ dirt. I returned to my tent to find my beloveds sleeping soundly, C having declared she has excellent ears and would enjoy the rest of the concert from her sleeping bag. I am lying in my tent listening to lusty hymn singing for the third time today. I can also hear a band playing a bit further away. And the frogs and insects. And the quiet murmuring of neighbors. And raucous laughter further away.
It has been a day in which I have been invited to think, a lot, about mass incarceration and death row. A day on which I have been encouraged to participate in democracy and build community by positive proximity in order to make more broad based democratic participation possible. A day on which I was made a judge at a story slam. A day on which I shared my fertility story with a woman in her own struggle. A day which began with me sitting in an honest circle. A day on which Caroline said goodbye to a fast friend made here.
I’ll have to make something of all the notes taken. I have a week of rest ahead in which i can do so. Or maybe I’ll assemble the puzzle purchased in Richmond or color in the coloring book Caroline urged me to purchase for myself. Or talk it all through with beloved ones who join us. Or read, read, read. Or sleep. Or hike. Or all of the above.
We’ll be back Wild Goose. For sure. Bringing a hammock next time. And my sister— who turned 37 today and TOTALLY should have been at my side tonight.