Hello again from sunny Kent, and it has been really hot here. In truth a bit too hot for snow loving folks such as myself.
So I'm wilting. But it's festival season, so at least I've been wilting in a field. Hubby has been selling his jewellery, which is quirky, so goes down well at festivals. So it's been good. Especially since we now have a glamorous (2nd hand, pre-painted) bell tent!
The thing about festivals is the great meeting of mainstream culture with counter culture. It exposes the mainstream to the other ways to see the world. And oh how I have forgotten the counter culture - I have been living in the mainstream for too long, and started to believe its myths. Oh dear. How did that happen?
And I wonder how deep into the counter culture I could go ..... could I give up my job .... could I give up working conventionally completely .... could I travel from festival to festival? What is keeping me in the mainstream, except habit? I'm not sure I have a good answer to that. Definitely worried about justifying my choices to everyone else, about being seen - even just writing this stuff of a blog that no-one reads is scary enough. But thinking about actually letting go, I feel a sense of relief. Right now I'm oscillating between feeling excited that a different way might be possible, and talking myself out of this foolishness. I don't know whether this will come to anything or not. But the idea is seeding at least, and I'm glad for that.
So here are a few more pictures from Womad & a few from Latitude.
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