Croney's note
The notes and such were put in a small pile, tied with a blue ribbon, thrown in my backpack, and opened on Monday night, in the order of the pile.
What a wonderful way to unwind after the experience, then going through little love notes from random fairy's. James sent a sweet one, wanting to connect. We hardly spoke during the event.
The last letter. Some type of folded scrap piece of paper, in which I could make out something about my break down in heart circle. Somehow this made the last note to read.
"Beloved, when you broke open in circle, my heart broke wider" with an address and contact information from Croney.
Croney, Formally known as Dendra Fox, was one of the Fairies I was looking into sharing gathering space with. Our interaction wasn't the greatest in 2019. For starters, I thought she was a hot mess. secondly, she was quite upset, when I took a photo of a wig during the talent show. She thought I was taking one of her. Said something about consent. Harsh. Distant. She did the closing circle back in 2019. A death Dulla (spelling?), she held much grief with herself this year.
Friday's heart circle was a hot mess. That is the way I described myself, as I got up from my chair with tear smeared cheeks, took the shall from LeRoy, sat back in my chair, and completely loosing my shit over the lost of Kiva. Sobbing. Bel came over and chanted "We all come from the Goddess" where some fairy pressed down on my shoulders, and others wrapped their arms around. It was a precious moment.
Heart circle was ended at that. There was a bit of a story telling and closing of the circle. Bel had lit the candle of St. Stevie (as in Stevie Nix), which was in the center. It was beutiful as the sunlight which fell on my face as I stood out in the yard, just breathing.
Not many people mentioned it, if any, out of circle. That would of been my preference. It was honored. I went about my gathering, with his photo on a shelf in the room. Some say it was amazing to see me vulnerable. I see it as my volcano erupting, and just letting it all out. I guess I did.
Corney and I bonded this year, must to my amazement and joy. He invited and I accepted a cuddle in his van. We laid on the mattress, listening to each other breathe, holding each other, and enjoying the company. I eventually went back to my lodge room.
The magic in her note, and the honesty, just melted my soul, landing back in what everyone is calling Babalonia. I just call it home.
What a wonderful way to unwind after the experience, then going through little love notes from random fairy's. James sent a sweet one, wanting to connect. We hardly spoke during the event.
The last letter. Some type of folded scrap piece of paper, in which I could make out something about my break down in heart circle. Somehow this made the last note to read.
"Beloved, when you broke open in circle, my heart broke wider" with an address and contact information from Croney.
Croney, Formally known as Dendra Fox, was one of the Fairies I was looking into sharing gathering space with. Our interaction wasn't the greatest in 2019. For starters, I thought she was a hot mess. secondly, she was quite upset, when I took a photo of a wig during the talent show. She thought I was taking one of her. Said something about consent. Harsh. Distant. She did the closing circle back in 2019. A death Dulla (spelling?), she held much grief with herself this year.
Friday's heart circle was a hot mess. That is the way I described myself, as I got up from my chair with tear smeared cheeks, took the shall from LeRoy, sat back in my chair, and completely loosing my shit over the lost of Kiva. Sobbing. Bel came over and chanted "We all come from the Goddess" where some fairy pressed down on my shoulders, and others wrapped their arms around. It was a precious moment.
Heart circle was ended at that. There was a bit of a story telling and closing of the circle. Bel had lit the candle of St. Stevie (as in Stevie Nix), which was in the center. It was beutiful as the sunlight which fell on my face as I stood out in the yard, just breathing.
Not many people mentioned it, if any, out of circle. That would of been my preference. It was honored. I went about my gathering, with his photo on a shelf in the room. Some say it was amazing to see me vulnerable. I see it as my volcano erupting, and just letting it all out. I guess I did.
Corney and I bonded this year, must to my amazement and joy. He invited and I accepted a cuddle in his van. We laid on the mattress, listening to each other breathe, holding each other, and enjoying the company. I eventually went back to my lodge room.
The magic in her note, and the honesty, just melted my soul, landing back in what everyone is calling Babalonia. I just call it home.