Festival report!
May. 31st, 2005 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerI've been aching to do some getting out into paganspace and into the woods and stuff for a while now, so I convinced bard_bloom and lediva to join me and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
projectmothra at Rites of Spring, in a little chunk of nowhere at the corner of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts.
In brief: it was an excellent festival, although I did not really have an excellent time. The little guy did. The way the festival is structured, morning time was intensives that had been going since the earlier part of the week, and I found the two openish things I chose uninspiring. Afternoons Rhys kind of needed me for nursing and napping, so I didn't get to go to anything there, except for helping with the kids' cookout of major insanity. The Guisers' Ball was beautifully set up, but since Julia had spent all day helping to organize it, she was moderately burnt out on it as soon as it started I think, and we didn't stay that long. So we had some great family time, and I also got some really good connecting time with Julia in the early evenings, but I really ended up feeling still extremely disconnected to the community as a whole. The big community web ritual was well done and nice, but fairly light as far as getting me into any sort of altered space.
We shared cabin space with 3 other families with babies and toddlers, which made for much chaos but at least no guilt for our piece of the chaos. One set of our cabinmates was a twenty or so year old woman with an infant and a toddler, and two teenaged cousins for support. I am very glad I did not have my kids in my early twenties. (We shared baby wipes with them -- the grandparents who packed the car had forgotten to include them.)
There were some sexy bald women there, which made me happy. When my hairloss moves from vaguely annoying to ridiculous at some point, I'm going to do that.
I know it was much more about the logistics than about the festival or about me personally, but unfortunately it didn't scratch that pagan festval itch. I think I'm going to take a solo vacation up to Rowe or Omega or something in the fall, do some deeper onnecting work in more of a retreat mode.
Huh, that's not a con report, is it. It's just a grump. Oh well.
bard_bloom and lediva to join me and projectmothra at Rites of Spring, in a little chunk of nowhere at the corner of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts.In brief: it was an excellent festival, although I did not really have an excellent time. The little guy did. The way the festival is structured, morning time was intensives that had been going since the earlier part of the week, and I found the two openish things I chose uninspiring. Afternoons Rhys kind of needed me for nursing and napping, so I didn't get to go to anything there, except for helping with the kids' cookout of major insanity. The Guisers' Ball was beautifully set up, but since Julia had spent all day helping to organize it, she was moderately burnt out on it as soon as it started I think, and we didn't stay that long. So we had some great family time, and I also got some really good connecting time with Julia in the early evenings, but I really ended up feeling still extremely disconnected to the community as a whole. The big community web ritual was well done and nice, but fairly light as far as getting me into any sort of altered space.
We shared cabin space with 3 other families with babies and toddlers, which made for much chaos but at least no guilt for our piece of the chaos. One set of our cabinmates was a twenty or so year old woman with an infant and a toddler, and two teenaged cousins for support. I am very glad I did not have my kids in my early twenties. (We shared baby wipes with them -- the grandparents who packed the car had forgotten to include them.)
There were some sexy bald women there, which made me happy. When my hairloss moves from vaguely annoying to ridiculous at some point, I'm going to do that.
I know it was much more about the logistics than about the festival or about me personally, but unfortunately it didn't scratch that pagan festval itch. I think I'm going to take a solo vacation up to Rowe or Omega or something in the fall, do some deeper onnecting work in more of a retreat mode.
Huh, that's not a con report, is it. It's just a grump. Oh well.
