Home is where the heart is

Today I went to Hillsdale, NY, where the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival is being held this weekend.  I went to set up camp and deliver supplies for the Activities 4 Kids tent.  I realized, as I drove through the gate, that it has become my once a year home away from home.  Like any other new situation, it took me a while to feel at home, but I've had that feeling for a long time now.  This past week, my 20-year relationship changed to (hopefully) a friendship, and my very sweet cat companion died as I held him.  It's been a hard week, and I really treasure being able to go and heal in this magical place.  I will be surrounded by happy children, satisfied parents, wonderful friends who I see once a year but think of often, and most of all, the music ...    

I love being surrounded by music.  I love sharing music with others.  I like to listen to it and play it, but mostly I live it!  Music is the greatest gift that was ever given to me.  It heals and energizes.  It has always helped me to get through the hardest of times.  Sometimes I go out late at night and find jams or song circles.  Sometimes I go to sleep listening to the late night concert.  Here's to a weekend of joy and nourishment!