1. Ziggy Marley’s people have checked out this blog. I was told that by a Floydfest staffer after I signed an agreement in order to be in the media pit and take pictures when he played Floydfest on Friday night. 2. He and/or his people were also in the Festival’s new Revolution Juice and Grateful […]
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Archive for July, 2014
It pays to be nosy at Floydfest. Being nosy is how I met eleven-year old Jasper from West Virginia. He was pulling a wagon full of collected recyclables along the Global Village road. He had collected the stuff from surrounding campsites and was delivering them to the compost/recycling station. At the station he received festival […]
Michael Franti is beautiful inside and out. I like the way he jumps when he performs and how he gets the crowd jumping too. I like his fun lovingness and his life philosophies, one of which is to hug someone everyday, kiss someone everyday, miss someone everyday and give some love to someone that needs […]
I arrived at Floydfest 13 during the downpour on Thursday. After trudging around a bit in a raincoat and umbrella, I took cover under the Speakseasy tent to hear Michael Franti. No one suffered. Franti, along with virtuoso guitarist J Bowman, lifted spirits and filled hearts with stories of playing in Iraq for the children and soldiers. […]
1. I’ve started calling our two chicken runs the “Alpha” and “Delta lot” after the parking lots at Floydfest, which starts today! 2. See why Ron’s “13 Things I’ve Forgotten” was my favorite 13 Thursday post last week and why I was moving my mouse back and forth in a twiddling my thumbs sort of […]
Wordless Wednesday I love taking pictures of the Floydfest Workshop Porch stage, and they’ll soon be open for business. More HERE.
The following are video clip highlights from the annual Firefly Fling fundraiser for Floyd’s Rising Sun Community School, a Montessori-based natural learning school. Last year’s video clips are HERE. Story and photos are coming up in the this week’s Floyd Press.
The following is from a recent reading at our local library for the Floyd County Moonshine. It will soon be the 13th anniversary (July 25th) of the death of my brother Jim, who died in a machine shop accident, which was followed a month later (August 29) by the death of my brother Dan, who […]
I’d like to know why all the butterflies in my yard this year are black. I’ve not seen one yellow tiger swallowtail and usually there are plenty. Is this a butterfly bully?
– The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on July 17, 2014. Floydfest founder and producer Kris Hodges has been a musician most his life, playing gigs in Roanoke and beyond since the age of 14. Hodges, who is primarily a drummer (and is pictured below with his son), eventually got tired of the […]
1. Lately I’ve been bursting out in song, singing the Beatles line ‘when I’m 64.” And now I really am. 2. My friend Alwyn is two decades older than me. Back in the day, she would never tell me or anyone her age. I only knew she was over 60 one day when I saw […]
______ Our World Tuesday______Wordless Wednesday
We were windswept on a mountain hilltop that we all agreed looked like Ireland. There was a quote by Donovan, a handfasting and Sufi dancing. The wedding benches were handmade by the groom and given as gifts to the musicians whose heartfelt playing and singing brought tears to my eyes. The grapevine arbors and archways […]
Shadow Shot Sunday
~ The following are some of the photos I took for the July 10th issue of The Floyd Press. I think they depict some of the best of small town 4th of July celebrating.
1. Comments and eggs. Comments and eggs. I like to count them every day. 2. Shadows are like brushes filled with black paint. My 4th of July Shadow Shot is HERE. 3. My kitchen looked like a murder scene after I baked my annual blueberry pie. When I cut into it, the juice dripped down the […]
When my clarity goes off course, it can take everyone around me with it. At least that’s sometimes true at my women’s dialogue circle when I’m engaged in a conscious conversation. It’s a conversation built on safety, one that supports the knowledge that my struggles are just an aspect of all that I am, and […]