And so: the workshop (Boundaries of the Body) wrapped up on Monday eve, with a blissed-out kinda vibe and a real desire to, once again, not make anything (see post-apple blossoms below). There was a thought that we could do an action (or non-action) but what we really wanted was to just hang out. And eat. Plus our timing was such that an activity was already going on right next to us (monthly public dance event at Beaver Lake). And so: a spontaneous picnic on the concrete in front of the space-age ice-skating chalet unfolded beside the folk-dance gathering before a rainstorm then followed by an epic twilight walk with a surprise glimpse of an incredible strawberry moon.
It was pretty close to perfect.
And so: apologies if you came out and didn’t find us! I hope in that case you found/made/felt your own brand of special solstice magic! You were definitely with us in spirit!
The Sanctimonious Sect of Nothing Is Sacred 