Faire Thee Well
Virgo:: Philosopher George Gurdjieff declared that most of us are essentially asleep, even as we walk around in broad daylight. We're ignorant about the higher levels of awareness we're capable of; we're blind to the continuous flow of life's miraculous blessings. He said that in order to wake up and stay awake we need regular shocks. Some of these are uncomfortable, forcing us to face our own stupidity. But other shocks are delightful. They're doses of sacred medicine that entice us to shake off our sleepiness and come to attention in pleasurable ways. I believe that in the coming weeks you'll be offered a steady supply of the latter.
Today, my friends, is Friday. Which means that tomorrow is Saturday. Which means tomorrow, I get to go to the Renaissance Festival! I'm so excited that I'm positively bouncing.
I started going to Faire when I was a little girl. My father would take me about once a year. Growing up, my family had very little money, so I never got dressed up-- though when I was eight or so, he bought me a wreath of dried flowers for my hair that I still have to this day. But I would look around at the costumes and say, "when I grow up..."
After renting garb for two years, I bought my first set of garb last year. A nice bodice, a plain skirt and chemise. Nothing too fancy. But it's mine. And I'm kind of addicted to the idea of getting a second set-- do I want to be a gypsy or a pirate? This is the eternal question.
I think it's strange to me how I feel more comfortable in a tightly-laced bodice than I do in a camisole top. I think that's because my chest is a little too large to pull of most cutesy, girly fashions, but at Faire, an abundance of breast is actually quite nice to have. I don't feel top-heavy and self-conscious in a bodice.
Anyway, I'm going with Abby /
And, then I'm seeing Karyn /
Oh! And just as soon as I convert the .wma tracks to .mp3, I have a few more selections from my college madrigal group to post. I might've had more, but our tenors kind of made the baby Jesus cry.