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I am just back from the Spoutwood Fairy Festival, which I attended over the weekend with my daughter The Spare and my dragon, Big Red. The three of us had enough adventures to fill a bevvy of posts, so ride along while I reminisce!
About two months ago, Bibi, longtime leader of the Mountain Tribe at the festival, decided she wanted to step down. She was searching for anyone willing to take over the tribe. I guess I slept on it, but it didn't take me long to decide I'd love to do it.
I have learned this about life. Sometimes when you dread something, it turns out to be even worse than your anxieties warned you it would be. But the flip side of that is, sometimes your high anticipations of a task are exceeded by the joy of performing the task.
Thus it was with Anne, Spare, and Big Red. All three of us absolutely reveled in the leadership of Mountain Tribe.
You would never guess this if you read this blog, but I'm an extraordinarily outgoing person with a show-offy streak and a flair for the dramatic. The Spare shares these traits. Big Red did too, but he added an affinity for little kids. We were a potent trio.
On Saturday, when our Mountain Tribe entered the festival field, we had:
1. Dragon, Big Red
2. Four princesses (Spare being prominent)
3. A magician
4. A ferret (lovingly transported by its owner)
5. A Herald -- none other than my sister, who is slowly becoming infected with the big, broad, flexible outlook!
We also had gorgously dressed-up fairy folk, cute dudes by the handfuls (Spare's work again), a boatload of festival-goers who love the mountains and just wanted to make noise, and plenty of tribespeople who recalled their loyalty to Bibi. And we had Bibi, leader emerita, as always the most fantastic faerie fan in the throng!
It has been years and years since I climbed on a stage and held a microphone and led anybody to do anything. Usually when I'm on a stage, it's in a big old buzzard costume. But by golly, I had the moxy to lead the Mountain Tribe! Can you believe it? Little old me?
I wouldn't venture a guess as to how the faeries felt about my performance, but I tried to channel the faerie attainment of eternal youth. I think it worked.
And blessed be, it was fantastic to meet some readers of "The Gods Are Bored!"
Over the next few days I'll be writing about various topics related to the festival, its sacred aspects, its whimsy, and its joys. I also need to introduce you to Big Red. Whew. Fingers, hit those keys!
PS - If you greeted me at the festival, please leave a comment! I want to thank you again.