Festival days seem best when filled with summertime farm dreams.
I was the one intently following your fast paced pickin' under the shade tree; the one talking to the peacocks and counting the tadpoles near the lillypads. That girl who came up to speak to you, after you sang, only about your t-shirt, Legalize Bluegrass, well.... that was me. I loved every second.
(Kyle and I at the Fiddler's Convention & Festival. Summer for my soul)
We were the ones being the moment(s) for the all American festivities & forgetting to photograph most of the hometown happenings until . Pancake breakfasts, craft fairs, parades, cookouts with friends, catching fireflies, and fireworks.
The news has instilled such a sense of fear in so many of us. The stamps in our passport and memories of such sights often doesn't seem worth the risks of getting on that plane to the unknown. We see so much fighting and hatred, foreclosures and despair that we are ignorant to the beauty and hope that is still saturating our essence.
My friend posted photos of his current home as he works abroad in Jerusalem.
With history and spirituality in every step and moment, his imagery has inspired additions to my Wanderlust Wishlist~ the places that I have been convinced not to explore and discover.
All pictures are from my friend Andrew... he has some mad photography skills... I'm thinking National Geographic!
We always dream of when we retire we'll go here or there, neglecting the fact that by then we might be too tired. (Without downplaying the need to save, I echo the sentiments below. Adding to my 2017 theme of adventure: JUST GO!)
"We are but here for this short time, come what may. We are alive, yet often seek a life that is so scared and bleak. We live by breath, but rarely live. Monotony will be the death of me!"
Yet another reason to love Michigan.... opportunity to visit defunct and still operating lighthouses.
One of our o̶b̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ loves is lighthouses and lakes. Luckily, we're only a 1/2 hour from his one.
A few years ago, we asked my dad (my parents are h̶i̶p̶p̶i̶e̶s products of the 60's... my dad is more of a wanderer than I, nighttime reading maps. If anyone should be asked for an interesting road trip idea, its that guy.) if there was any peculiar place that we could explore. He mentioned a giant boulder field in the middle of the woods, that no one had pinpointed origins for.
Great. A football field size pile of rocks (insert eyeroll here).
Of course, these rocks are as peculiar as the lack of historical orgins. They chime like bells when hit. So we drove
Just over an hour from Philli is Ringing Rocks State Park. We followed the clings and clangs, hiking back to see this rock sanctuary.
A BYOH (Bring Your Own Hammer) affair, we stoically climbed through the rocks clanging and smashing along, learning that the more worn stones have the more pronounced chimes. Essentially a temple of unknown, the spirit of the stones permeates the air and forces a sort of reverence.
My video wouldn't load for whatever techy reason I'm not modern enough to figure out, but this bouncy Youtube one shares the sounds and weirdness of these very solid, very hollow-sounding boulders.
That peron giddy about Frybread ala strawberry shortcake? That was me.
Thrilled to be back in the middle and celebrate heritage with dance and drums, we were genuinely thrilled to go to our first Pow Wow in about 4 years!
While the feathers swirled and the drum pulsated with our own heart's rhythm, the smell of fried dough , fresh tobacco, and burnt sage wafted around us like a thick cloud.
After stopping at 2 more art fairs, I think its safe to say that this was a true wanderer's festival weekend!
How great is it when you hear of a festival only hours before heading downtown and can suddenly swap out mundane grocery errands for seeking out the lovely and praiseworthy things!
We were the ones taking the long way home to taste the cultural celebration.
With zero vege options (may have had a Seinfeld-esque breakdown about no more vege eggrolls-like last week's fest), we chose to be enthralled with the artisians and vendors. Until the music started and we were captivated by the different dancers and martial artists.
An inaugural festival, the GR Asian Festival was a showcase and highlight of cultures. The energy and enthusiasm (not to mention at least 1,000 visitors) more than hints to a growing tradition for the circle.