Friday, October 4, 2013
Back in my Shell
The over-the-top crazy energy of Fest is over now and I've reeled my vulnerable self back into my shell. It's necessary.
So today I stayed still. I finished a book and began another. I wrapped my head in a scarf and my hands around a mug of hot sweet tea. Rain lulled me. I heard crows in the trees and buses lumbering children home from school. I saw autumn colors burning in the distance and mistook them for sunset.... I lit a lamp, pulled on a sweater, and wondered for a second if I'd just dreamed my time at Fest.
I didn't. It happened.
Later perhaps I'll endeavor to get my post-Fest thoughts organized. Try to recapture some of their sparkly sheen. Maybe begin a letter about it all and how I got caught up in its magick and about how it changed me. And about how things look now from a little distance. Kind of like fool's gold.
Or maybe that's just a trick of the light....
It's hard to tell from inside the shell.