THE FEST
Every year there's always one day where the whole dynamic changes; it's a day of wandering, a day of looking at arts and crafts and listening to one or two songs from performers on just about every stage. No one act stands out well beyond any other, but all of them sort of blend together to make one large wandering experience. This year, yesterday, the second Friday of the fest, was that day.
I heard dozens of artists, saw and sampled all kinds of foods, works of art and bits and pieces of the whole experience. It was kind of a stranGe peripatetic day. It was FEST DAY... another one of those things that doesn't really happen anywhere else.
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Some days are luminoous or startling wherever you are...just got home from teaching,, and "Corey's Comin'" is on the stereo. An hour ago had coffee with a 30+ student whose wife was rushed into cardiac surgery five weeks ago, and she has never awakened, This after teaching the Last Class in two classes in which women and men from 20-60, from at least 6 countries and 3 continents who are discerning their vocation...No explanantions or conclusions. Just amazing to sit with Outstanding Days. en
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