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I thought he was someone I knew, and he thought he knew me too. After we separated from our overly familiar and becoming awkward hug, we realized we didn’t know each other.
He wasn’t who I thought he was, but after a good look I realized he looked like a family member, a cross between my brother Joey and my cousin Gerry. I took his picture for proof.
I couldn’t place the woman in the Yoga Jam Merchandise tent either, and then it hit me. She looked like a blonde version of Wonder Woman! She had never heard that before.
I recognized my Facebook friend Gayla, who lived in Floyd decades ago. She coined the phrase, “Conductor of the Love Train,” referring to me in my Yoga Jam hat, pictured here with Joe and his high school friend Greg, and Greg’s girlfriend Laura (a yoga teacher) on the right.
‘We only have one red light in Floyd and I’m praying they’ll be no more’ are words (I’m paraphrasing) from a song that my friend Starroot was practicing (with Sam on viola) for her Sunday performance.
I almost didn’t recognize Shamama without her tutu.
And I really appreciated the professional rock balancer who was able to balance these creek rocks so precariously. I apologize for the one that my friend Mara and I dislodged and couldn’t re-balance during a photo shoot at the very creek that Mara grew up swimming in. She staffed the Citizens Preserving Floyd County booth and is heading up a campaign to stop a gas pipeline that is proposed to come through Floyd. She also taught a creative writing class at the festival.
Phase Two in which Doris Gets her Oats: Saturday was so full that I was tired on Sunday and I had a blister from dancing to Luna Ray, Wild Life and MC Yogi the night before. Going home to sleep was like cutting the umbilical cord and then trying to climb back into the womb the next day.
It rained a little on Sunday and the food booth guy I picked was out of avocado.
But I felt better after getting smudged with sage at my friend Katherine’s Women’s Circle workshop.
The Floyd Yoga Jam festival really puts the Floyd in festival. It was like old home week for the Floyd community.
There is always lots of love to spread around in Floyd, but if you add that to all the chanting, dancing and heart opening yogic practices done over a long weekend, you get the idea: At Yoga Jam it’s okay to hug a perfect stranger, along with those you already love.
I’m working on a story for this week’s local paper with a spread of different photos and feedback from Yoga Jam attendees. In the meantime, check out the above fantastic video clip of MC Yogi’s Saturday night main stage performance. I so love a good light show.
And here’s a clip of one of my favorite local bands to dance to that also played Saturday night, Wild Life.
_____Our World Tuesday
1. How to make a swing HERE.
2. Seen on Facebook: I started a new exercise routine. Every day I do diddley squats.
3. This weekend, during my first visit to Spikenard Honeybee Farm and Sanctuary, I held a honeybee in my cupped hands and was promised $1,000 if it stung me. It didn’t because it was a drone. Story coming soon.
4. Emily Dickinson’s version of the sign of the cross, which was taught to me by a monk in South Carolina: In the name of the birds, the bees and the breeze.
5. Because of the picture below I had to explain what a rickshaw to my 6 year old grandson Bryce and he was as appalled as I was when I first learned that a person pulled a cart that carried another person.
6. New school shoes flash dance show HERE.
7. After posting this question on Facebook: “Does anyone know what kind of bird or animal could remove a whole sunflower head flower from a 12 foot sunflower stalk behind a 10 foot electric fence without bending the stalk or leaving a trace?” I got answers ranging from “reports of the pot choppers flying very low” to “chipmunks with chainsaws.” And then this: “Many years ago I watched a flock of goldfinches tire an entire sunflower from its stalk. It might have been numerous finches. They’re capable of it.”
8. Can you find the golden finch in the 2nd photo above, taken at Spikenard Farm?
9. Putting a gas pipeline at the headwaters of a watershed (Floyd) is like building a nuclear power plant next to a school. – More from Sideline the Pipeline HERE.
10. I tried to get the Floyd Happy Dance dancers to drop buckets of ice water over their heads while dancing to Pharrell Williams’ Happy Song, but no one was having it.
11. SeeSaw: I swing from trust to fear / from confidence to no confidence / and sometimes I let go of it all / in a moment of self-acceptance / flying carefree down the slide ______________
12. I’ll be going to the Floyd YogaJam this weekend. Here’s an excerpt from the story I wrote about last year’s Jam: The tents are bigger and new showers have been built. With over 30 teachers scheduled, 35 hours of inspirational workshops planned and 18 bands ready to get you moving, excitement is mounting for the second annual Floyd YogaJam, set to take place over Labor Day weekend at Burnette Farm Retreat in the Willis part of the county. “The focus is healthy living, healthy movement and healthy community,” said festival co-founder Laura Polant. She noted that the wellness focus will come in all shapes and forms “from the health benefits you get from yoga practice to the joy of dance, to the freedom of expression in our Art Village, to our KidsVille and good food.” – More HERE.
13. The suspense is killing me. Baby goats on a seesaw. Wait for it HERE.
Remember all the beautiful pictures I’ve posted here of Floyd’s mountain views, fields of hay, rushing creeks and wildflowers? Well, that beauty is in jeopardy because of a proposed gas pipeline that would literally cut through Floyd and not serve it in any way.
I kept hearing the proposed line described as a “42 inch pipe,” which gives the impression of something small. Then I saw the picture below on Doug Thompson’s Blue Ridge Muse, which was also posted on Fragments from Floyd. Here’s what Jane Cundiff, a Radford University Professor of Environmental Biology, wrote in a recent letter to the editor about the prospect: “The pipeline equipment will gouge a deep hole in the ground, damaging any forest, farmland, waterway or soil in its path for over 300 miles. Then the gas will be sold to North Carolina for “clean” energy. Gas pipelines destroy nature, reduce property value, have been known to leak, and can even explode to burn down large areas.”
The term “natural gas” is a linguistic corruption of reality, in the same way the term “collateral damage” is a trick to downplay the dead body count of innocent people. Firstly, the gas proposed to be transmitted is fracked, a violent and toxic hydraulic process that is known to contaminate drinking water, pollute the air and increase the risk of earthquakes.
“Natural gas sounds like a good, natural thing, a much better fuel than coal,” writes Cundiff. “However, the whole truth is much more complex and much dirtier than meets the eye. This methane is a potent greenhouse gas. When unburned and released or leaked into the air, it warms the planet twenty five times worse than carbon dioxide.”
As a Blue Ridge Mountain community, Floyd is at the headwaters. No water flows into the county. That gives us great tasting water, which we are blessed to have, but studies have shown that our water supply is highly susceptible to contamination due to the area’s rocky geology. Findings report that rain water in the Blue Ridge Mountains makes its way into the ground water system in a relatively short period of time and without much natural filtration.
We can’t afford more of the same, industrial practices that risk the safety of the water supply, create environmental degradation, increase species loss and ramp up climate change. Putting a gas pipeline at the headwaters of a watershed is like building a nuclear power plant next to a school. But Fracking is troublesome anywhere because it depletes our water supply across the country. It can take millions of gallons of water just to frack one well.
Here’s how Cundiff ends her letter: “We need energy. Natural methane gas is NOT a good solution to our need for energy. “Natural” is not always good. Cyanide is natural. Using less is the only really good alternative energy. Floyd folks are doing this already but big companies will take advantage of our low population and destroy our land for their gain. Stopping the pipeline is not just about us, it is about our planet, our future.”
Citizens Preserving Floyd County is an environmental advocacy group that was founded in the ‘80s by Wayne Bradburn and others and has been recently reborn by Wayne’s daughter, Mara Robbins, and others to stop the power line. “With the arrival of new industrial proposals, such as the EQT gas pipeline Preserve Floyd will be the embodiment of the spirit of CPFC by which we will organize and distribute information, encourage conversation and active participation in the issues, and, if necessary, oppose industrial and corporate projects that threaten the rural character, natural integrity and health of Floyd County,” their website reads. Check them out HERE.
- The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on August 21, 2014 with a larger spread of photos.
Organizers of the 4th annual Floyd Auto Fair were thrilled with the good weekend weather. “It rained for about a half an hour Friday night, just long enough to keep the dust down,” said KC Murphy, one of the organizers, on Saturday.
Held at Chantilly Farm, the three day event (August 15-17) drew sizable crowds. It featured a judged show of classic and modern cars, trucks, rat rods and motorcycles, a ‘50s style Pin-up Girl Contest (open to the public), a NASCAR Simulation Contest, a free classic cruise-in on Sunday, live music, food vendors and what Murphy figures has grown into “the largest parts swap meet in Southwest Virginia.”
Event organizer Erik Herdman of Chasing SS Cars in Willis estimated that more than 200 vehicles participated. Original restored and modified vehicles from 1900 on up made for a colorful display against the backdrop of mountain views. Over 200 vendor spots (some vendors purchased more than one spot) were filled. Door prizes were donated by local businesses. Some participants camped onsite all weekend. Others came for the day.
“I’m not a big car buff, but I’ve had fun looking around,” said Mountain Tie Dye t-shirt vendor Michelle Bankey. Bankey said she was impressed with the creative variety of the restored and personalized vehicles and with the nostalgia and history they represent. “It’s really great to see this developing,” she said about the Fair’s growing popularity.
Randall Kingery and his wife Peewee came from Buchanan to attend the Auto Fair for the first time. Sitting in a chair next to his 1925 Dodge Brothers automobile, Kingery joked that the hardware clerk had a hangover when he mixed the lavender paint the car was painted with. He explained that the Dodge brothers of Detroit, Michigan, made cars for Henry Ford and contributed to Ford’s early success.
“It’s a really nice event,” Kingery said about the Auto Fair. “We’ll be back next year, and we’ll wrangle up some friends to come with us.”
Photo #3 is event organizer Erik Herdman with contest emcee “Announcer Bob” Villwock. Photo #4 is vendor Michelle Bankey with Steve Simms and his 1948 Indian motorcycle, complete with fringe and leather saddle bags. Photo #5 is Randal and Peewee Kingery enjoying live music by their 1925 lavender Dodge Brothers car. With a replaced motor, the antique auto can drive interstate speeds with no problem, Randal said. Photo #6 are Pin-up models posing in Johnny Dalton’s 1957 Ford Fairlane Convertible.
Leon Young (left) of Floyd and his brother Frank stand next to Leon’s 1948 drag racer with the car’s time 6.25 time (for 1/8th of a mile) posted.
This souped-up wagon, created by Kevin Marshall of East Bend, North Carolina, is mostly for show. The engine lifts onto storage space, but the parking brake really works, Marshall said.
Taking the term rat rod literal, this rat rod is covered in fur.
Pin-up models were dressed in 1950s fashion to promote the Fair’s Pin-up Girl Contest and a classic car and pin-up girl calendar ($5) that was sponsored by Dalton’s Auto Restoration in Floyd and designed by photographer Kimberly Izatt (pictured). The car in this photo is an original 1930 Ford Model, owned by Leon Young.
Floyd Countian Pat Therrien and her son Jesse Rendo checked out a table of carburetors. Rendo’s 1980 motorcycle was a show entry.
A group of men take shelter from the sun under a race car styled RV awning. Check out SS Chasing Cars for news on next year’s Floyd Auto Show and Swap Meet or visit them on Facebook. _______Our World Tuesday
1. My psychedelic days are over, but a camera and a pinwheel can still provide a cheap thrill.
2. See what I mean HERE.
3. I’m so sensitive that just putting on sunglasses can sometimes make me feel altered, like I’m stoned on a foreign substance.
4. It’s a twirling whirl of flirts in petal skirts and bees busily buzzing. They jump from flower to flower, as if playing musical chairs, and if they land on a flower that’s already been taken, someone gets pushed off. See HERE.
5. Paint like a kid HERE
6. Meditating is a lot like how you look at magic computer generated art to see the hidden picture, only you do it with your eyes closed. To meditate you have to focus past the thoughts in the forefront of your mind. Once you do, your mind will drop down to a whole new place that you weren’t aware of before.
7. Getting married is like getting a tattoo. It’s a lot easier to do than it is to undo.
8. Didn’t I see THIS skit on Saturday Night Live without the Nerf guns?
9. I had one of THESE hanging on my bedroom was as a teenager.
10. I was raised on jump rope songs, nursery rhymes (which might explain my love of wordplay) and rock and roll rather than classic literature. I strongly identity with my Irish storytelling roots and the oral tradition of that heritage, which I think explains why I don’t punctuate my poetry, preferring to use spoken rhythm and the breath to determine line break pauses. A period feels confining to me, like the overuse (or over intellectualization) of language feels oppressive. It’s always been important to me that poetry is accessible, which is why I like Billy Collins. – More from Writer’s Talk, a question meme I participated in about writing and blogging HERE.
11. There was a variety of answers to someone new to Floyd who asked on Facebook ‘what does “Floyd Time” mean?’ My best answer: If I’m on time I think I’m early.
12. Watch Pharrell Williams’ Happy Dance Floyd style HERE.
13. “Seeing is believing but feeling’s the truth.” – Thomas Fuller
Butterflies and blooms. What could be better?
I’m dizzy with the colors of zinnia and the glitter of the great spangled fritillary flittering all over my yard.
Brazened by the drunken desire for nectar, the butterflies are no longer resistant to close proximity of my camera and some have even landed on me.
The black swallowtails have been hanging on since June.
The tiger swallowtails have only just now shown up, holding out for the lush of butterfly bush.
They periodically jump from flower to flower, as if playing musical chairs, and if they land on a flower that’s already been taken, someone gets pushed off.
It’s a twirling whirl of flirts in petal skirts and bees busily buzzing.
The more the merrier, I say.
But not you.
_________Our World Tuesday
A skipping stone
in a sea of heaven
______This is all I got to see of the Super Moon this month because it was so cloudy when the moon was full. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
It happened at the tail end of the Floyd Family Day Jubilee. At first I thought I was at the wrong dance when they started playing “Don’t Worry Be Happy” instead of Pharrell Williams’ contagious song, but that turned out to just be the warm-up song.
I tried to get dancers to drop buckets of ice water over their heads while dancing, but no one was having it.
- The following are answers to questions from a writer’s blog hop that I was invited to participate in by Polly Brown from A Year to Think it Over.
What am I writing/working on now? I recently finished a feature on a woman who hiked the Camino, a 500 mile pilgrimage through Spain and France. The piece involved an interview, some research and lots of time at the keyboard. It was a lot of work but reminded me that writing stories is a fun way to learn and an outlet that appeals to my natural curiosity about people and human nature. As an introvert, it also gets me out of the house and engages me.
More recently I attended the first Style Revolution fashion show at Floydfest. It was a take-off on The Hunger Games and a showcase of handcrafted designs and organic clothing from festival vendors. I took pictures and video clips and wrote a short narrative for the local paper. It was a fun experience that fell into place with ease, the kind of coverage that gives balance to the more in-depth, time consuming profiles I do.
Prose is like my day job and poetry is the rest of my life. Currently I’m tweaking a few four-lined poems that were inspired by the moon. I probably have about 100 moon poems, which caused me to once refer to myself as “a night shift stenographer hired by the muse to take down the moon’s business.” When it comes to my itty bitty moon ditties, they are short and almost interchangeable, like a wardrobe being built on and mixed and matched for new looks. I’m thinking of doing a moon poem collection, like the short homemade booklet of haiku-like tea poems that I did in 2008 (samples HERE). In 2004 I self-published a perfect bound collection of poetry and essays on writing in 2004 called Muses Like Moonlight.
How does my writing differ from other writing in its genre? I’m more like Leonard Cohen and less like Sylvia Plath. I heard Cohen say in an interview how he doesn’t think his poetry is as elegant as that of other poets but that he has: “done the best that I can with it and I’ve worked as diligently as I can.” I relate to that plugging away, and I have said, “If you spend time developing whatever it is you’re compelled to do, it will eventually come to fruition, even if it takes thirty years.”
As a fledging poet, I recognized my poetic line in the work of Richard Brautigan and the performance art poetry of Yoko Ono. My influences range from Rumi to Erma Brombeck, a humorist/columnist who I recognized as a teenager listening to Bob Dylan as someone who had something to teach me. I like to incorporate the gestalt of the inner life and humor into my writing.
I was raised on jump rope songs, nursery rhymes (which might explain my love of wordplay) and rock and roll rather than classic literature. I strongly identity with my Irish storytelling roots and the oral tradition of that heritage, which I think explains why I don’t punctuate my poetry, preferring to use spoken rhythm and the breath to determine line break pauses. A period feels confining to me, like the overuse (or over intellectualization) of language feels oppressive. It’s always been important to me that poetry is accessible, which is why I like Billy Collins.
Why do I write what I write? I think I was made to translate life into words as a way to better understand it. I’m a documenter at heart, feeling that our stories are what endure after we’re gone, so we might as well set the record straight. I recently wrote, “I like to touch on our human commonality and tell the back story of life. When I’m writing a story about someone, I’m not looking to know what they don’t want to tell me, but I am interested in the inner life that drives their outer story.”
I like the balance of going from the accuracy it takes to document or report, to the freestyle self-expression of poetry. I’ve described writing poetry as taking my psychic blood pressure. I use the pen to get a diagnosis as well as for the treatment. There’s something satisfying in distilling a feeling or thought down to an essence.
How does my writing process work? It’s like eating. It’s not a matter of whether I’ll eat, but what I’ll eat. I’m the type who finds what I like and eats that over and over. But then one day, I’ve had my fill and start with something new. For me, the writing process is about paying attention, putting a pen in my hand and having the discipline to drop everything to take notes when an idea comes through. Inspiration is hard to recreate, and a phrase or line may never be as pure as when it first comes to you (even if it need editing). Writing is a way of thinking, and I do a lot of that. I’m a scrap paper note taker who hates to lose things. Writing them down is a way not to lose them.
I recently read a quote by a writer saying that poets are spies. I like that, but I feel more like an explorer, taking field notes as I go. – Read about why I gravitate to writing short poems HERE.
What are my future blog plans? I’ve been blogging for 10 years, so I feel a bit like a dinosaur (and my blog feels about as big as that). I’ll probably continue to blog until an ice age or climate change pulls the plug and forces me to stop. On the other hand, I continually play with the idea of not writing anymore. I remember my first interview for a story with Ruby Altizer Roberts, a past poet laureate of Virginia who was born in Floyd and grew up in nearby Christiansburg. She was 93 years old at the time, and I asked her if she still wrote poetry. “No. I have my life back,” she answered.
When I first started blogging, it was more popular. It’s sometimes harder to justify now, but it still has the benefit of providing a forum and an incentive to write. It’s been a great venue to repost my published writing and give it a longer shelf-life, and I’ve met some very good virtual friends from all over. I like the directness and self-sufficiency of not having to submit work or look for publishers. It’s like having my own magazine that I can post to every day, a poem, a photograph, a commentary, a formal or informal piece of writing.
One of my favorite things about blogging is that it acts as a writer’s filing cabinet. I can access everything I’ve written by searching a word or clicking on a category or date. I’ve called my blog a virtual scrapbook, a writer’s petire dish, a canvas and a one man band, and it can be all those things.
I always keep in mind that each blog entry posted is a published document. I do my best to make sure I can stand behind it.
1. What we have most abundantly in the garden right now: Mud
2. Last year around this time I had a Thirteen Thursday titled “The Latest Dirt is Mud.” It was about last year’s epic Floydfest rain and mud, complete with pictures. See HERE.
3. I’ve been calling this summer “The Summer of the Nerf Gun,” because my grandsons are big into them right now, along with wearing camo and playing army games.
4. The picture posted above made the front page of the local paper. I pulled over for the wildflowers and got the farmer in the bargain.
5. I only just recently figured out why English women wear hats when I attended a wedding in which we were encouraged to wear hats and it was drizzling rain. “It’s the next best thing to a wig. You put it on and forgot about your hair-do,” I said to a friend. And you know how much it rains in England. More HERE.
6. As someone who is 5 foot 1 inch, I sometimes wonder what I might have done with all the time I’ve spent hemming pants and skirts if I didn’t have to. Maybe if I was taller, I would have read more classics. –From a 2008 Thirteen Thursday
7. I call the picture below “In My Own Backyard.” I named the two little ones after my sons Josh and Dylan, and sometimes I call them Bryce and Liam (grandsons). You can see them playing HERE.
8. Lately I like to call my short poems (like THIS) “Itty Bitty Ditties.”
9. I used to call them Mutant Haiku.
10. Seen on Facebook: R.I.P. “Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, Slow down.” – Robin Williams in “Patch Adams”
11. I like to touch on our human commonality and tell the back story of life. When I’m writing a story about someone, I’m not looking to know what they don’t want to tell me, but I am interested in the inner life that drives their outer story.
12. Nerf is just one letter change away from nerd and rhymes with smurf. My curiosity about the word caused me to look it up, and I discovered that it stands for “Non-expanding Recreational Foam.”
13. THIS is even cuter than # 6, and below are the haystacks I brake for.
- The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on August 7, 2014
Floydfest’s first fashion show, Style Revolution, was a showcase of organic fashion and handcrafted designs provided by artisans from the festival’s Vendor Village. The dramatic presentation – held under the Global Village’s futuristic-styled tent Friday and Saturday night – was themed around the Science Fiction movie The Hunger Games. It included Olympics-like theater and extravagant costumes that were reminiscent of the ones depicted in the film.
“I’m straight from the Capitol by way of the Beer and Wine Garden,” said emcee Shamama Lowe, in a reference to the popular movie. In a black top hat over long pink hair and wearing her signature tutu, Shamama played up her part. She gave commentary and adlibs on the fashion future outfits, some of which were one-of-a-kind up-cycled creations.
It was fashion from head to toe, from hair-dos and face painting, to footwear, jewelry, leather accessories and even henna tattoos. There were women on stilts, men in kilts and models of all ages, some experienced and some first-timers.
The runway was lined in tiki torches and the music was fitting for the fanfare, created by DJ Carlito, a Richmond radio host and international music dance party DJ. Synergy, an organic cotton clothing company based in California, was the main sponsor of the event, and their clothing was well featured. Green Label Organics and hair braiding by Gaia Yard were two of the Floyd vending booths represented.
A feathered peacock gown from Intergalactic Hobo in Asheville, North Carolina, received oohs and aahs from the audience and was referred to by Shamama as “a fashion tour de force.” Another outfit elicited the comment, “a perfect touch of rebellion,” keeping the Hunger Games theme alive.
The show’s fashion commentary was written by festival co-founder Erika Johnson, who conceived of the production and took it on as one of her 2014 creative projects. “Some of this really deserves to be on the red carpet,” she said, describing the high quality factor of the festival’s juried vending and noting that they get three times as many vendor applications than they can accept. Referring to the festival’s 2014 theme of “rEVOLution,” she added, “Handcrafting is kind of revolutionary, to be still doing it and still supporting it. These are artists in their own right and we want to showcase them.”
Johnson, who was sporting pink and beige cowboy boots, laughed when she described being stopped by a photographer who didn’t know she was the festival co-owner (along with her husband Kris Hodges) and wanted to take pictures of her Floydfest style.
This year Johnson has stepped back from the heat of festival logistics to rejuvenate her own creativity. Along with the Revolution Style show, Johnson has partnered with Barb Gillespie of Floyd’s Grateful Bread and opened the Revolution Juice and Grateful Bread Bakery, a yurt with an Old World bakery/café feel, offering artisan baked goods and smoothies that incorporate local and organic fruits.
“It might be a precedent,” Johnson said about the Revolution Style Fashion Show, hinting that the event will be an annual addition to the Floyfest scene. Considering that the festival has a renewed focus on being the best boutique music festival that also promotes green living practices, culture and arts, an artisan fashion show is a likely good fit.
Photo notes: Emcee Shamama is pictured in the second photo and Erika is pictured with Synergy models on stilts. After the show I met Model Diana Shepherd (pictured right) and designer Stina Anderson backstage. Anderson, from ARTeries Custom Clothing of Asheville, created the up-cycled outfit that Shepherd is wearing, which incorporates faux fur and a kilt-inspired skirt. I discovered that Stina’s studio is near my son Josh’s Clayspace studio/gallery in Asheville.
The next day I ran into my friend/past Floydian Susanna Smith in Stina’s ARTeries by Stina clothing booth. We encouraged her to play up the role of model after she tried on these upcylced shorts and top, which she liked so much she purchased.
This is artisan baker Barb Gillepsie and Billy Wright pictured inside the festival’s new Revolution Juice bar and Grateful Bread Bakery.
Johnson, pictured with her and Hodges’ son Tristan in front of the Juice/Bakery yurt, reported that Ziggy Marley, or a member of his team, posted a picture of the Revolution Juice menu on Ziggy’s Facebook page. It included a drink named Ziggy Marley that was made with mango, watermelon, ginger, lime and coconut water.
We were encouraged to wear hats for the vintage-styled wedding of our dear ones, Leia and Orion. It was a good thing too, because of the overcast and drizzle. “The next best thing to a wig,” I told my friend Chris, who just happens to be from England. “You can just put it on and forget about your hairdo.”
The garden party ceremony was held under a tent in the Anahata field alongside the river. It was officiated by Katherine Moonflower, which added a personal touch because Katherine, like many of us present, had watched the two (Blue Mountain School alumni) grow up. More of Katherine’s custom wedding ceremonies can be seen HERE.
The downpour of the morning subsided, and the love present was the sun that brightened the heartwarming gathering. A mist floated in and out and somewhere a super moon’s illumination was rising.
The wedding was happily attended by a community of generations. I felt privileged to be even a small part of it.
Along with being a celebration of two special people raised in Floyd’s alter-native community, it was a fashion show of hats and smiling faces.
The wearing of hats added a timeless simple elegance to the afternoon and made me think of Rod Stewart’s song “You Wear it Well” (Madame Onassis has nothing on you).
The union was sealed with a kiss, cheered on by family and friends.
After the ceremony the beautiful bride posed with Katherine, wearing a vintage-styled hat that was made by Floyd hat maker extraordinaire, Teagan Dobkins. Both the bride and groom can be seen modeling her hats on her Tittle Millinery website. Leia, a professional dancer, even has a hat named after her, and both Leia and Orion are featured in a romantic movie clip on the site! Watch it HERE.
Hats off to the bride and groom, now wife and husband, for a wonderful sharing of love and for the promise of many blessings to come.
Maybe because I’d never been at the Blacksburg duck pond before afternoon, I didn’t know that the ducks lay around like litter, with their heads tucked into their balled-up bodies and their eyes closed. The game Duck Duck Goose came to mind.
They looked like stepping stone rocks or shopkeepers on siesta, or at least a Shadow Shot Sunday photo-op.
I call this Getting Your Ducks in a Row, but maybe it should be Line to the Diving Board.
This one I named The Understated Fashion Statement.
Only one baby in the bunch, made me wonder where its siblings were and if its story would be a happily ever after one. And then the below happened.
1. I thought of my six-year-old grandson Bryce (who got confused by the Great Oaks pool bathrooms that were marked M for mermaids and P for pirates) when I went to the bathroom at Mickey G’s Bistro yesterday. The ladies room there is marked with a picture of Audrey Hepburn and the men’s room has Frank Sinatra on the door.
2. I think James Brown’s song Get Up Offa That Thing would make a good alarm clock ringtone.
3. Fracking and Twerking are two new words that make me turn up my nose and question the sanity of of humanity.
4. I don’t want marijuana in my food anymore than I want my food to be genetically modified.
5. As a pie lover I was in heaven Friday night when my friend Bob brought three homemade apple/berry pies to a neighborhood potluck. But by the morning my pie bubble was burst and I was grieving the loss of our entire corn crop. It had been trampled and eaten by raccoons that climbed a 10 foot garden fence with electric wire to get to it.
6. Instead of a cosmonaut I call this picture of an ant exploring the world of a cosmos flower a cosmoant.
7. Facebook quote from Kyla that’s worth repeating: An apple fell to the ground and Newton discovered the law of gravity. Hundreds of bombs fell on Palestinians and no one discovered the law of humanity.
8. The one stoplight T-shirt art was done by Floyd artist Emily Williamson (who I wrote about HERE) for the new Revolution Juice Bar and Bakery Yurt at Floydfest.
9. Full moon temptation / at the traffic light / the redlight says Stop / but the moonlight says Come / awakening my natural signals.
10. If I was made of pottery and the sun was my kiln, my glaze would be freckles.
11. Coffee is not my cup of tea.
12. It was dinner theater with a flair, with a pirouette and a spin, with veils, feathered boas and a petticoat at the second annual One Stoplight Variety Show, held at Oddfella’s Cantina See HERE.
13. The Name Game gets some good giggles HERE.