Renewal

Wood­ford is over for another year. Another amaz­ing week of music and friends, although this time it was more the people than the music…

Wish I was more elo­quent… but I’m too mellow to craft this entry. Just take what pours out… Life’s too short. A quote from the fire event: we are but a moment of amber liquid halfway between the pitcher and the tankard.

Sheva were amaz­ing. New Year’s Eve was bril­liant up in the amphi­theatre with some of the best drumming/percussion ever and was per­fect until someone stomped on my Achilles Tendon about 3 seconds after mid­night. SMSed and rang heaps of people except for someone very close to me who’d asked me not to, which I still find kinda odd. 

I had two amaz­ing Kahuna mas­sages and made lots of decisions. I did not, for the first time ever at Wood­ford I think, have wild sex with any strangers. 

I think I may be moving some­time soon… maybe even over­seas… I don’t have a lot left for me in Mel­bourne now, with both of the people who were closest to me moving away phys­ic­ally and/or emo­tion­ally and no fab­ulous job on the hori­zon. There’s a Mas­ters to finish first though.

There was a moment on New Year’s morn­ing, after the sun­rise cere­mony on the hill, where I went to choir rehearsal for the Fire Event and I looked in a mirror for the first time in a little while. And the woman look­ing back at me wasn’t the person who went to Wood­ford. She had amaz­ing sparkly green eyes (yay for the con­tact lenses), and they were wise eyes, and I liked her hair and the way it curled, and the shape of her face, and I liked the crinkles around her eyes and mouth and the sparkly purple eye-liner. I liked her calm and her com­pos­ure. And I sud­denly real­ised I was look­ing at the me of the next phase of my life, the way that Jacinta and I looked at Kyle this year and sud­denly saw the boy he is now instead of the little kid he was last year. It was a very good moment. Wel­come, new me.

Spoke to a couple of Queens­land friends about the donor stuff. They’re think­ing about it.

Of course, I’d still love to meet someone amaz­ing and have my own amaz­ing rela­tion­ship, fall in love and have a child with them, so don’t rule that out, if you’re listen­ing, Uni­verse? Okay?

The other amaz­ing moment would have to have been Sheva’s last song at the Big Top, the core of our little posse with arms around each other in a big circle, singing “Od y’vol shalom aleinu, v’al kulam, salaam, aleinu v’yu kol ha’olam” (sorry about the trans­lit­er­a­tion, it’s been a while). Anyhow, it trans­lates as “Give us peace, and to every­one, peace, for us and the whole world”.

As usual, photos soon hope­fully. Cur­rently at my good friend Geoff’s house in Bris­bane (for those who remem­ber, he’s the mad Billy Bragg fan that came down to Mel­bourne the week I bought Astrid). Odd to think I met him in 1996 or some­thing. And at a Wood­ford too…

So, look­ing for­ward. Phoenix time. Renewal. Peace. Maybe even joy. Cer­tainly lots more dancing!