Hello again

Today I said goodbye to many- friends for a day, friends for life, a way of living that I´m yet to find outside of a festival.

Inspiresd, inspiring, beautiful souls, that connected feeling you get at a festival like this.

So much to learn, so much informaation, ideas, ideologies, beliefs, plans and realities to gather and sift through and pick the best bits from to talk about and build upon; read up about and act upon. Contribute to as well, hopefully!

I´m sure I´ve learnt more at festivals than I ever could in the same amount of time in any other situation- school, travels, reading, meditating... so many ideas bouncing around, workshops, talks fom some incredibly wel informed and enthusiastic speakers from around the world on a ridiculous renge of subjects.

I didn´t think it was possible to find workshops so close together on Óvercoming Self Sabotage` ´Tantric Dance´´Healing with raw Food´ ´Lucid Dreaming´and Astral Travel´ ´Who am I and why am I here´´Art Drugs and God (given by a man called Android Jones :P ) ´The Holographic Human Body- a quantic transducer´ ´Trance-forming lab´ ´Create your own mandala universe´ The list goes on. Those are just some of the ones that made me giggle.

Oh, oh and the music! The dancing! The beautiful location, immense lake, the pretty lights and steal-your-heart decor and art.

I don´t know what else I can tell you until I get home and see your faces, where I look forward to making you all green with envy when I eventually stagger back.

Now I sleep in a sweet-smelling cedar forest, an empty space pounding in my ears in time to the missing psy-trance beat I´m accustomed to.

Chris has flown home and we lost Mary bright-eyed and beaming to a beautiful Israeli man from a comunity in South Portugal. Who knows where she´s ended up but I know she´s at least 2 inches off the ground <3

So we´re back to the original 3, 2 of whom arte kindly cooking a meal, accompanying chatter and smells of which are washing over me like the most caring of lullabies-

I was sick for Utopia (the after-festival-festival) and still can´t face food.
Hopefully I´ll be stronger tomorrow and we´ll cover a bit more than today´s measly 7(.4) km.