Falcon Ridge Folk Festival

I have always loved this festival.  I didn't always feel at home.  Honestly, it took me a while to connect personally, but now it is home.  I felt that even more this year.  I went with no expectations and came home refreshed, rejuvenated and inspired.  I played music, listened to music, reconnected with "once-a-year" friends, made new friends, danced, laughed and played.  Of course, I'm sorry it is over, but I'm ready to jump back into my life with both feet.  


Saturday night, after singing at a very welcoming song circle, I wandered around on the upper campground.  The stars were so thick, it was almost difficult to make out the constellations.  I miss being in a place that dark.  We were even able to see the space station go past.  This was the 25th anniversary.  I have been going for most of that time and hope to continue going for another 25 years, at least.  This year I went with my youngest son and two of my grandchildren.  They have all grown up at this festival, and now only one of them is young enough to be my responsibility.  And now ... to catch up on my sleep ...