Circles, Full Moons, and White Candles

I’m sore from the roots I slept on two nights ago. I think. Or I’m sore from the bone-brittle cold of camping in November. The pain in my hands and feet came close to encouraging me to find a local hotel room, which I would have hated doing because I feel I should be able to rough it like the rest of them…

It was so cold that all I could think of was fighting and arguing, and blaming other people for my frozen state. Drinking didn’t seem to help and then I became dehydrated AND cold. Friday night was a loss, which symbolically ended when Chris broke my ceramic mug.

Saturday evening saw me snuggled up and planted in front of a Bardic competition, complete with bonfire and beer. Many talented people with more bravery than I could even think about trying to squeeze past my stage fright. The moon was almost completely full and the weather was dropping, but I wasn’t cold… and I’m sure I seemed high to those around me. I was feeding off of their energies, the songs, the drum circles; I danced around the fields, found broken weapons and used them as blessing wands to encourage more good will. The stars and meteorites were amazing. The tail of the Leonides could still be seen last night.

I started to see circles and spirals last night – not only in my own life, but in the lives of my friends. I could almost visibly see the spiral cords connecting them/us, regardless of whether they were aware of it and how they felt. All I could do was step back, try not to absorb too much energy and watch the dances follow their natural progression. I feel like I’m designing my own world. Or I did last night while I was stone sober, getting high on peoples’ good moods, and song. Can you tell I’m still really tired? So…

Falling into bed. (almost face-planting the keyboard is a sure sign that one should be in bed. )