I am still flying rather high. So high, in fact, that I am forgetting to actually fold up my fairy wings, flit back down and slumber. It's been a fitful week of non-sleep sludge through work. I know, quite honestly, that the people who share the cubicles around mine wish I'd just land and shut up already.
My soul really needed that. I know that all of you who have been reading this blog for ages and ages already knew quite well just how much my soul needed that, but somehow I managed to push the exact recognition and knowledge aside. It's my best survival tactic, truthfully. Ignore how much you positively ache for the nourishment that feeds the very you that is you and you can get pretty good at convincing yourself that it really isn't a necessary part of your diet.
Until you drink from the silver cup, that is. The silver cup that only love can fill. Then, well, then it kind of feels like you're guzzling from a fire hose: your soul being so very parched from its nearly two years wandering in the desert.
So the question is this, people. I already have my answer, but it is still here to remind me not to forget it. How to keep drinking from that silver cup? How to live the fair every day, not just those special three days when we all gather in magical Oregon? How to thrive alive, not just live to survive?
Something for even those of you who don't sprout wings and get naked in the woods on random weekends in July also to consider.
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Things I just do not want to forget from this, my 23rd and counting, year at the fair.
"You look great. I look like I voted for McCain."
"We can Feng Shui this entire place, if you'll give us a lifetime of passes."
"It's all about the bustle."
The OCF Mamas!
The Great Tomato!
"Jen, I read the New York Times. When my friends are on the front page, I notice."
I Lay My Dimes Down
Celebrating NakedFriday properly with Kevin. Kevin!!
Finally getting to the front of the long and winding food line at the Tofu Palace and not remembering what on earth I ever order there and having the fabulous person who works there say, "Oh, you...you get the boat. With everything. No Guac, because you're allergic!" This, people, is why I go to the fair!
The truly amazing beet painting. That I still want to bring home. Please?!?
Cherries!
A girl named Yoko.
The children's glow stick parade and my neighbors, Rob and Lorraine.
Jerry Garcia crooning to me in my tent.
Ichabod!
Eric Olson. He does exist.
"Nakedjen? As in THE Nakedjen? Wow."
"So, you weren't here last year, what happened?? " (Goddess, those people, all those beautiful people, I love you all!)
and...the mud. i don't think any of us who were truly there will ever possibly forget the mud.
