"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on September 15, 2016.
When Sharon Lambert is asked where she’s from, she laughs and answers, “Everywhere.” Originally from Mississippi and in-between homes in Texas and Tennessee, Lambert is currently on the road full-time with her fellow Sisters on the Fly, an outdoor adventure group of more than 3,000 who caravan travel across the country in vintage campers.
Lambert and about 23 other Sisters on the Fly recently set up their decorated campsites, which frequently depict cowgirl themes, at Daddy’s Rabbits Campground in Willis for a long Labor Day week-end meet-up. Their numbers were double that in 2011, when they stayed at the Willis campground and the entire campground was opened for them. This year, because of Labor Day, and long-time patron’s site reservations, only part of the grounds was available, said Marian Smith, who has owned the campground (open yearly from April 15 – October 31st) with her husband Richard for 32 years.
About six of the Sisters camped at Daddy Rabbit’s for the full month of August and through Labor Day, when the rest of the group joined them. “Some have jobs,” Smith said and could only be there for the long weekend. Others, like Lambert and full-time caravan traveler Sarah McMuray, a farrier (someone who fits shoes on horses) from Florida, plan to caravan with sisters to Bar Harbor, Maine, for what the Sisters have dubbed “The Maine Event.”
In Floyd, the Sisters enjoyed seeing Loose Strings, an all women Blue Grass band from Galax, at Wildwood Farms and shopping for clothes at a pop-up boutique that Leah Delp of LuLaRoe Fashion set up on site.
On Friday morning of the long Labor Day weekend, the women learned clogging in preparation for attending The Friday Night Jamboree. A class was held at the campground pavilion and taught by Kim Spencer, owner of The Back Porch Cloggers Dance Studio in Floyd and Blue Ridge Dance Fitness in Christiansburg. A Saturday evening BBQ catered by Floyd’s Bootleg BBQ was also on the schedule.
I can’t stand to see them droop
Faces hung like lamps bent over
Their lights are out
Their shame is as drastic
as their joy was in August
They burn at both ends
Like high summer models in Van Gogh poses
Did their beauty go to their heads
or do they bow in humble gestures?
But I can only see what their faces mirror
fears in me, bent over crones with osteoporosis
pecked out eyes, lost teeth
Did they stand too tall
too long without cover?
I don’t grow sunflowers
They’re too dramatic
They’re easy targets
of nature’s wrath
They hang like skulls
in suicide nooses
in garden graveyards
Or stand like crosses
of martyred saviors
with their seed spilled
Their thorny crowns
have fallen down
Their bones loom long
As days close in
like lowered coffins
and light abandons me
as a Rumplestilskin
to steal my first born golden son
Faded hope is money spent
Now we are poor with no mothers
Now we are old with only mortal gods
and rent to pay for all we have loved
Ashes to ashes
We knew this would happen
But we never want it to be now
I keep the memory of sunflowers
on refrigerator magnets
next to bright shiny photographs
from when my children were young
1. I like that when I’m in the thrift shop I can find everything from a cap to a cape to capris.
2. I like writing poetry, but the hardest part is creating the open time it takes to do it. When I can’t write a poem, having a good dream is the next best thing, a dream that, like poetry, is rich with multiple meaning.
3. I recently had a dream where my sister Kathy wrapped herself up in a blanket and laid next to my mother, who was also wrapped up. When I woke up I wondered if they, who both died this year, were wrapped like cocoons waiting for transformation. Or did it mean that in life they had gotten “all wrapped up” in something together? Maybe it meant their lives were wrapped up.
4. Memoirist/poet Mary Karr says, “Working on poems is like cheating on your husband. It’s what I really want to do but they won’t pay me for it.”
5. She writes in her book, The Art of the Memoir, “On the first day of a memoir class, I often try to douse my students’ flaming certainty about the unassailability of their memories. So I fake a fight with a colleague while a videographer’s camera whirs in back. Then I ask the class to record what they saw.” Even the best minds get it wrong, she says. She points out how we often record the felt emotions of an event while the details blur. Our innate prejudices also shape how we view things.
6. “Our brains are programmed to take shortcuts, and as a result, produce systematic patterns of illogical thinking and behaviors. These flaws are called cognitive biases, and as multiple studies have shown, they can even bypass well-established rules and lead to disasters ― from the loss of lives in Mount Everest expeditions to the global financial crisis in 2008.”
7. “Some of these biases are very commonly seen in everyday life. The bandwagon effect, for example, makes people adhere to an idea or vote for someone merely based on the high number of other supporters. The blind spot bias causes us to see logical flaws in others’ thinking more often than we do in our own. The confirmation bias makes us more attuned to evidence that supports our own view, a problem plaguing many political and social landscapes.” – From You Can’t Always Trust Your Own Thoughts, And This Terrifying Chart Shows Why HERE.
8. “In psychology, they have this phenomenon called projection. The Cambridge Dictionary of Psychology defines it as a “primitive defense mechanism” that involves “the unconscious warding off of negative experiences or emotions by denying an experience, perceiving it in another person and then seeing that negative experience as being directed back at the projector.” – From Donald Trump turns ‘I know you are, but what am I?’ into political tool HERE.
9. “So the man who claims that he’s always been opposed the Iraq War (even though he wasn’t), the man who said the election is rigged, (even though it isn’t), the man who told us Barack Obama founded ISIS (even though — duh! — he didn’t), the man whose PolitiFact scorecard rules over 80 percent of his rated statements as half-truths and untruths . . . that man complains that Hillary Clinton is “a world-class liar.”
10. Lately, I’ve been driving an alternative route to town because, not only do I not have to look at one Trump/Pence sign, there’s a Hillary/Kaine sign along that route that makes me happy to see.
11. I write to know what I’m thinking and have compared taking pen to paper to taking my psychic blood pressure.
12. Writing as a form of art, but typing is more like a mechanical shortcut. I wonder what we are losing by bypassing the physical dance and personalization of writing. US researchers, Pam Mueller and Daniel Oppenheimer, claim that note-taking with a pen, rather than a laptop, gives people a better grasp of the subject. Drawing each letter by hand improves our grasp of the alphabet because we really have a “body memory.” More HERE.
13. “We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.” – Louise Glück, “Nostos”
The art of blessing mother and baby
with meditation and essential oils
with the crowning of wildflowers and jewels
with circle songs, ancestral invocations and a foot bath of petals and herbs
with sisters, aunties, mothers and grandmothers weaving poetry and story
with burning sage and fairy blessings
with feasting and gifting
and sharing from the heart
Amy Sunshine, mother of Pearl, the world will be her oyster.
Parlor invokes a sense of home
and family coming together
Outside, I gathered bright red apples
bruised from their bumpy fall
But still sweet and full
with so much to offer
Was it Sleeping Beauty?
Did she eat the wrong apple?
Was she pricked with a raging illness?
Yes, she was beautiful
Kissed and un-stirring
Were we all dreaming
struck with grief arrows full
promises of pies and tomorrow?
I filled my pockets
with the damaged fruit
leaving the best ones still on the tree
Then I laid down
but I did not sleep
too full with the weight
In November’s descent
the peaceful night stings
It’s too dark to see
all the reasons
– This was written around 1999 after the suicide of a Floyd friend. /Poets United
1. When I got dressed Monday morning I felt my friend Mara in my body and found myself wondering what she was putting on that morning. Mara’s been at Duke University Hospital for a couple of months with her daughter, who needs a heart transplant and who has had several near-death close calls. – More HERE.
2. The clothes I wore during the two weeks I spent with my brother Danny in a Houston hospital before he died (needing a liver transplant) have been imbued with that experience and have never been the same. They seem to hold the memories of that time, and I knew the clothes Mara’s been wearing these last months would be doing the same.
3. On the way home from our weekend in Marshall (20 miles north of Asheville) NC to visit my son and his girlfriend, Joe and I listened to a This American Life podcast on “Getting Your Money’s Worth,” and a segment about L. L. Bean’s lifetime guarantee return policy, in which people have successfully returned everything from a half eaten cookie to a 30 year old pair of slippers.
4. Joe, who had been limping since playing a kickball game on Saturday, laughed and said, “I’m going to ask my mother if I can return my body. I’ve had it for 54 years and it’s wearing out.”
5. Our three days in Marshall included an island kickball game in a little league field with dugouts, a housewarming party at my son’s and his girlfriend’s new grand old farmhouse and a jailhouse tour at night. Being in the jail, reminded me of the old forts I grew up next to in Hull, MA, with their dank stone rooms and their long graffiti filled hallways with manholes. It was my first time seeing the inside of the jail that my son and other creative developers plan to renovate. At times it felt like a themed cocktail party. People used their phones for flashlights. Check out the pictures HERE.
6. Touring “the island” where the kick ball game was played in the lead up to the housewarming party, reminded me of being on Martha’s Vineyard. The island, accessible from downtown Marshall by bridge, is much smaller but had that “out of time” island feeling. Later, at the housewarming party, I met a couple of Josh’s friends who come from Martha’s Vineyard and who reported regularly seeing Vineyard resident Carly Simon on the island, which interested me because I am currently reading Simon’s memoir “Boys in the Trees.”
7. In the book Simon reveals that she wrote her song “Anticipation” while waiting for Cat Stevens to arrive at her apartment for a date. About her fling with Jack Nicholson she says, “It was akin to a promising summer rental that gets canceled at the last minute.” She writes about divulging that she spent the night with Warren Beatty to her therapist, who responded, “You’re not the first patient of the day who spent the night with Warren Beatty last night.”
8. I’ve always been curious why the river that runs through Asheville and Marshall is called the “French Broad.” To me that’s like calling a river the “English Chick.”
9. So I looked it up on the Wikipedia and found this: The French Broad River, which flows 218 from near the town of Rosman in Transylvania County, NC, into the state of Tennessee, was named by white settlers centuries ago because it was one of the two broad rivers in western North Carolina. The one which flowed into land claimed by France at that time was named the “French Broad River,” whereas the other, located along land claimed by England was named the “English Broad River.”
10. Okay, then there is that little fact that there’s a county in NC named Transylvania, better known as a place in Romania made famous by the legend of count Dracula. So I looked that up too and discovered that, in the case of the NC County, Transylvania was founded in 1861 and got its name from the colonial Transylvania Company. The world “Transylvania has Latin origins: trans (“across”) and silva (“woods”).
11. This description of Marshall from the town’s website sounds a little like Floyd a decade ago: “With the French Broad River at its feet, the steep rocky edge of a mountain at its back, a railroad passing through, and a pillared court house, Marshall is the epitome of a picturesque mountain town. In historic downtown Marshall you’ll find old-time stores, art galleries, shops with unique home decor and gifts, restaurants cooking with produce from local farms, a Sunday afternoon farmers market on the island, and more. Serving the mountain community, you will find holiday events, county services, and the home offices for the county libraries. Marshall is also becoming a center for artists. Browse the galleries on the island and downtown, go to classes, exhibits, shows and concerts, often centered on mountain culture.”
12. Rural North Carolina may not have vampires but they do have Pentecostal churches that practice the religious handling of snakes.
13. “Everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something— the core of an apple, the center of a note.” – Carly Simon on James Taylor.
The historic Marshall jail – more Andy Griffith than Alcatraz – will soon be renovated for mixed use by a small group of artistic developers that includes my son, Josh.
During Saturday’s housewarming party, Josh gave a couple of tours. The one I went on took place at night, which made for an eerie yet memorable experience.
Being in the jail, reminded me of the old forts I grew up next to in Hull, MA, with their dank stone rooms and their long graffiti filled hallways with manholes.
It was my first time seeing the inside of the jail. At times it felt like a themed cocktail party. People used their phones for flashlights.
We were thrilled that our friend Noah came from Floyd for the weekend and that later two more Floyd friends (who were in Asheville for another reason and read THIS blog entry that I posted about our time in Asheville) dropped by and took the tour.
Emily showed the marking of the 25 foot flood that happened in the early 1900’s before the land that the jail sits on was shored up.
Downtown was pretty dead. We walked off into the moonlight like something from a movie set where anything could happen. _____Shadow Shot Sunday
It was Australia vs. Myrtle Beach and marked the beginning of the “We Bought a House! Housewarming Party,” hosted by my son Josh and his girlfriend Emily in Marshall, NC (just outside Asheville).
The game was played on “the island,” which is just off downtown Marshall and surrounded by the French Broad River.
The island (Blanahassett) is home to the old county high school that’s been renovated into art studios. There’s a community garden, children’s park and some small river sandy beach fronts. Some people were fishing, and, at one point, I watched a great blue heron take flight.
In the lead up to the game, Josh posted on the Facebook housewarming event page: “We got our “event” permit for the kickball game. It’s on! We are official. We have the field from noon till 3. It’s a real, proper little league field with dugouts and everything!”
Someone asked whether Josh was in jail after the recent Trump rally in Asheville, an inside joke because Josh and his partners just bought the historic jail in downtown Marshall to renovate and Emily is a journalist who covered the rally for the Asheville paper.
Emily responded, “Josh is not allowed to go to jail. We are raiding our jar labeled “bail money” to pay for beer for the party, so we’re not going to be able to get him out. Yes, goats are welcome.”
Ben and Peta Richardson of Ridgeline Pottery of Tasmania Island (off the coast of Australia) were in town for the game and the party. Josh, who stays with the Richardsons when he’s in Australia and refers to them as his Australian parents, dressed the part in old school fashion. Someone else had a Myrtle Beach t-shirt on. So there you have it.
You can hear Josh say, “Watch out, the big Tassie’s up,” referring to Ben in the above warm up game clip.
I learned that kickball is played like baseball with a little dodge ball and soccer thrown in. Josh, who has played on adult teams, kicks to second, Peta punts and Joe pitches in this warm-up game clip.
I usually leave the sports shooting to my friend Doug at Blue Ridge Muse, but found it was fun to capture people in mid air and, when it comes to sports, I like watching more than playing, especially when people I love are in the game.
I hung out in the dugout with the kids.
I love that Josh and Emily have such great friends!
Australia won! __Read about the nighttime Marshall jailhouse tour HERE.
We’re in North Carolina.
Asheville to be exact.
Home of Tom Wolfe and his Memorial Angel.
Where there’s always good street art and entertainment.
And comedy tour buses drive by.
I tried on a dress in a boutique shop on Wall Street (not that Wall Street) but it was a too tight fit.
A stop at the French Broad Chocolate Lounge is always in order.
We always visit Malaprops Bookstore and love their speaker’s set up.
We couldn’t stay for the reading because we were set to meet my Asheville Potter son Josh at his Clayspace Studio in the River Arts District.
Josh’s girlfriend Emily is not shy about handling the big pots.
We visited a shelter for a couple of homeless people under a bridge near Josh’s studio. The lined-up recyclables made for something of a street art installation.
We stopped by our friend Gabe’s to help lift a large timber beam for the house he’s building. Watch HERE.
It was a full day and I was happy to crash at Josh and Emily’s new farmhouse in Marshall. I was humming Dylan’s Lay Lay Lady during this scene.
The next morning we had a good breakfast before getting to work, preparing for Josh and Emily’s “We Bought a House Housewarming Party.” Guess what they’re reading? The Floyd Press!
And Look who came to dinner that night.
1. At the Beatles tribute concert we went to on Saturday, I was surprised that my son Dylan sang along to every song. “You know all the words,” I said to him. “I guess I raised you right.”
2. During the concert, which was an outdoor one at Chantilly Farm, my grandsons didn’t understand why I cried when they played THIS song.
3. When I think about 9/11, I mostly remember that my brothers Jim and Dan had just died and after the buildings came down, killing nearly 3,000 people, I was thinking ‘now the whole world is grief stricken with me.’
4. “We anointed him with “three Wise Men Oil” that my sister Kathy, an aroma-therapist, had brought. We placed the white feather on his pillow next to the pin of Mother Mary that an anonymous late night visitor had left there and sang …When I find myself in times of trouble / Mother Mary comes to me / speaking words of wisdom / Let it be … The nurse removed the breathing tubes when Dan signaled he was ready, like taking Jesus down from the cross he was nailed to …” – From The Jim and Dan Stories, The White Feather
5. My license plate is L3titB.
6. Said by my 5 year-old grandson Liam while watching Yellow Submarine, “Paul looks like a girl.”
7. THIS is Not Karaoke.
8. When I was young and got my first apartment, I had a sign in the bathroom that said, “She Came In Through the Bathroom Window.”
9. The B in bolder means old is bolder
10. I have a friend named Penny Lane.
11. I also have a friend who was going to name her first child Prudence after “Dear Prudence,” but I talked her out of it and suggested Gretchen, who is full grown now.
12. My niece Molly named her first child Desmond, which reminded us all of this: Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace / Molly is the singer in a band / Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face / And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand / Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra / La la how the life goes on…
13. If you play in Floyd (and especially if it’s Beatles music) you can bet they’ll be dancers. Watch the crowd grow as the song goes on HERE.
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on September 8, 2016.
About 30 people gathered at June Bug Center last Thursday evening to participate in a prayer circle for Kyla Robbins, who is on an organ donation list and waiting for a heart transplant at Duke University Hospital in Durham, NC. It was an interfaith, inter-denominational coming together to share love and support for Robbins and her family, said Stacy Dowd, one of the
organizers. “The hope is that the power of the collective intention will bring Kyla the heart that she so desperately needs.”
Prayers, a bible reading on hope, meditation, poetry and music were shared. The Heartsong Singers – a local group that sings at the bedside of those that are ill or dying – performed several songs (watch a video HERE).
The outpouring of support for Kyla from Floyd and beyond has been evident on Facebook, where Kyla and her Mother, Mara Robbins, have been sharing Kyla’s progress and set-backs, along with her day-to-day experiences during her extended hospital stay, which sometimes includes visits from a special therapy dog friend.
Robbins, who will be 19 in October, was scheduled for a mechanical intervention surgery on the day following the prayer circle, which was also a virtual event. Friends who weren’t able to attend were encouraged to participate from their homes.
Some in the community have dyed their hair purple in solidarity with Kyla, who frequently has purple hair. Dowd closed the Prayer Circle by leading attendees in a circle binding and tying of purple yarn bracelets to remind them to continue to pray for Kyla’s well being and healing.
Note: A Medical Support Fund has been set up for Kyla and her family at www.gofundme.com/kylarobbins. Updates are regularly posted to the site.
Kids were called to come onstage and help the Abbey Road Live band sing Yellow Submarine at their Beatles tribute concert Saturday night at Chantilly Farm. Our grandsons Bryce and Liam were in their glory because the song is a family favorite. Going on stage was an unexpected thrill. Watch how Bryce (center) and our friend Lily (to his left) know all the words. That’s me you hear on back-up shouts.
There’s nothing like The Beatles to put a crowd in a good mood. It was a home town sing-along and dance party. If you play in Floyd, you can bet you’re going to see a lot of free-spirited dancers!
– Look for a story and photos in this week’s Floyd Press
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press with a larger spread of photos on September 8, 2016 and online HERE.
The fifth annual Floyd Yoga Jam officially opened Friday with a large circle gathering woven together with a rainbow of colored yarn. Conceived by local artists and dancers, Lore Deighan, Leia Jones and Katie Wells, the opening ceremony was inspired by sacred geometry to create a visual metaphor of connection, Deighan said.
“When I’m holding the yarn and tug on it, it tugs someone else,” she said. She stated that the weaving, which spread out from a “seed of life” sculpture, would be set up at the festival’s Art Village as an interactive installation throughout the Labor Day festival weekend.
“Fabulous,” festival co-founder Laura Pollant answered when asked how this year’s festival was going. Referring to its incremental yearly growth, she said, “All year it’s been 20-25% ahead of where we were the year before. We a broke a little more than even last year. This year we’ll start to see some profits.”
Pollant was happy to report that she and fellow co-founder Shirleyann Burgess were able to get all their hardworking festival volunteers T-shirts this year. Burgess, who was often seen riding around the grounds on a golf cart and with a smile on her face, thinks of running the festival as a service practice. “It’s a service to give people what they need to be happy,” she said.
Set along the waters of Greasy Creek, in the meadows and woodland of Burnette Farm, the homegrown festival is a family-friendly playground for playing and nurturing wellbeing. It draws heavily on Floyd businesses and talents, showcasing local bands, yoga teachers and workshop leaders, while also featuring musicians and teachers from far and wide for mutual inspiration.
The weather was perfect over the three day festival, where days began with silent meditation and ended with light shows and dancing. Musical headliners included The Desert Dwellers, Mighty Joshua, The Kirtaniyas and MC Yogi, who also taught a yoga class called Ritual Mystical. Local featured performers included The Morgan Wade Band, The Fat Catz, Spoonfight, Big Mama Joy, The Mike Mitchell Band and The Wildmans.
Nationally recognized yoga teachers and local ones taught everything from Hatha to Grasshopper Yoga. Some of the class titles that drew students included Yoga for Dudes, Yoga Twogether, Spiritual Fly Master Class, Super Hero School and Come as You Are Yoga. Floyd yoga teacher Mary Brown’s class was called Hot, Hip and Holy Jivamutki. Keeping with the playful Yoga Jam spirit, Cyndi Lee – an early influential teacher who founded the OM yoga center in New York City – dubbed her class “The Dharma is the Underpants of Everything.”
Juggling, storytelling, weed walking, making art, farm to table food sampling, boutique shopping, slacklining at People’s Park and attending a variety of workshops rounded out festival offerings. At one point, organizers were called on to do some cattle wrangling when some neighborhood cows broke through a fence, which highlighted the natural country setting that attendees have come to love.
Alex from Charlottsville said he doesn’t do yoga. He came with his wife, who does, and because he likes the festival’s “positive vibe.” Deidre Harris from Macon, Georgia, came with two friends. It was their second year attending the festival. “Last year was all about the classes and learning as much as we could. This year was about community. We did more meditation, chilled and walked around meeting people,” she said.
Bob Kohl and Deborah Eikchelberger, first time Yogajammers, said they are “absolutely” coming back next year. The couple, who practice yoga (in Williamsburg, Virginia) and heard about the festival from an online mailing, came with a friend from Pennsylvania. Although the majority of festival-goers camp onsite, Kohl, Eikchelberger and their friend spent nights at Ambrosia Farm B&B. During the day they happily sampled a variety of yoga classes, got massages and experienced a harmonic sound immersion session. Kohl, who learned to play and bought a didgeridoo, an indigenous Australian wind instrument, said he appreciated the diversity of ages at the festival. “We thought we’d be “the” old timers,” his wife joked.
“I like everything about Yoga Jam,” said a regular attendee who drove all the way from Florida to be part of the festival’s growing tribe. “It’s a transformative experience every time,” she said Sunday evening after the closing ceremony, which involved releasing lighted lanterns with prayers. – Colleen Redman
A dancer with the Kirtaniyas strikes an elegant pose on the main stage Saturday night.
Ryan Turman lends a hand pouring beer and wine in the Boogie Down Dance Hall Tent, a fundraiser for Blue Ridge Chinese Medicine Center. The Turman family owns the Burnette Farm property where the festival is held and has contributed resources and infrastructure.
The Morgan Wade Band got a hometown reception on the main stage Sunday afternoon. Listen HERE.
Dancers come together during a Spirit Dance class with Katie Wells and Lobo Marino. See Katy’s illuminated closing dance performance HERE.
Yoga Jam co-founder, yoga teacher and massage therapist Shirleyann Burgess is pictured here with two of her three children. Suzanne Burgess and Zack Burgess are both body work practitioners and Suzanne teaches yoga.
A hair braiding session takes place in “A Little Bit Hippie” boutique, just one of many merchant vendor tents at the festival.
Floyd’s Buffalo Mountain Kombucha was one of about a dozen food and refreshment vendors. Others, from Floyd and beyond, included Thai This, Fat Bean, Red Rooster Coffee Roasters, Green Light Café, Till and Grille and Big Lick Ice Cream.
Springhouse Community high school students sold baked goods as a fundraiser at the Tea Shanty Speakeasy tent.
Loving reminder signs, like this one near the children’s sandbox, are spread throughout the festival grounds.
The release of biodegradable lighted lanterns and prayers served as the closing ceremony.
Photos 1- 10: 1. Dancer Katie Wells led the web weaving opening ceremony. Leia (8 ½ months pregnant) is the nucleus holding the seed of life and Lobo Marino musicians provided music. 2. Floyd Countians Jessica Talley-Haynes and Shannon DiPietro practice a peaceful warrior pose at “The Goddess and The Grasshopper” taught by Ariele Foster. 3. The Opening Circle Ceremony incorporated a large circle of Yoga Jam attendees and was done with the help of festival volunteers. 4. Yoga Jam co-founder Laura Polant (right) reacts to announcer Susan Saunders Mother Earth costume as fellow stage announcer Sally Walker (center) looks on. 5. Friday night reached a crescendo when the award winning band Mighty Joshua and his Zion # 5 family took to the stage in high reggae fashion. 6. Best selling author, Ayurvedic practicioner and yoga teacher, Katie Silcox drew an attentive group for her first class of the weekend, entitled “Moon Vinyasa: Mastering the Mind.” 7. Devotees spill out onto the grass from the Brahma Nirvana Tent. 8. A dance party ensued when The Housholders called yogajammers on stage. 9. A solo yogi strikes a prayerful pose. 10. A dancer with the Kirtaniyas strikes an elegant pose on the main stage Saturday night./Our World Tuesday