Garage/Office, June 21, 2005
It’s taken almost two months, but some wood finally went up on the garage today. The site work was difficult; those difficulties were compounded by weeks of rain. But today, at last, the smell of freshly-sawed lumber was in the air.
Here it is — the actual summer solstice. I could take the gloomy point of view and say it is all downhill from here … the days are growing shorter and shorter until we’re deep in the heart of winter darkness.
Or I could say, it’s a beautiful night and we are going to go walk Cammy in the moonlight.
Shifty and friend, Revels North Solstice Festival, June 2005
Today I will try to remember the earth on its journey around the sun. Funny how easy it is to be confused about who’s doing what to whom in the universe. The whole notion of the sun rising and setting is false. Why do we persist in thinking that the sun does the moving rather than the earth. The earth spinning . . . the velocity of the universe . . . it may all be too much to comprehend. Makes me dizzy just thinking about it.
I dream of you as we ride the earth into another day. Confident, breathless, joyful. The wind has tossed our hair, the misty spray in our eyes as we gallop together bareback between land and sea.
I get out of bed slowly, bracing against the G Forces while the earth thrusts down the silver thread of equilibrium between fiery destruction and aimless wandering that defines life as we know it.
And as I watch you dress for another day, I can’t help but appreciate the beautiful dance that is you — smiling — turning to me in the face of this intricate balance that is our world.
Solstice Festival Stage, June 2005
The sun came through just before we gathered for the opening of the 2005 Revels North Summer Solstice Festival. It was brilliant.
We spent most of the day watching the skies — the sun would break out from time to time and then showers would sweep in again. It was beginning to look as though we would be celebrating in the Marion Cross School gymnasium. But by 5 PM, blue sky and wispy clouds moved in from the north west and we had a beautiful clear evening ahead of us. The three-quarter moon rose between the tall pine trees to the east of the festival site at about 7 PM.
The festival began with a small parade that included the most amazing butterfly puppets I have ever seen. I had to search my mind for the word “puppets” to describe them and it does not do them justice. Unfortunately I did not get a photograph of them in daylight. I have a couple of night shots when they returned lit up for the last song of the concert. They were created by the utterly fabulous Gabriel Q of White River Junction.
After a brief introductory song and dance, the chorus spread out among the festival-goers and participated in the many activities. Many worked as behind the scenes volunteers serving food or helping at the popular silk scarf painting booth, while others participated in Dan Hertzler’s excellent shape note singing school and contradance workshops run by the Green Mountain and Maple Leaf Morris teams. There were other activities, too numerous to mention.
At dusk, the concert began with a short dance performance choreographed by Carol Langstaff, the founder of Revels North. I can’t objectively describe the concert program because I was singing in it, but it was a pleasure to sing and worth the time dedicated to rehearsing over the past three months.
The evening closed with a circle dance to the tune “O How Lovely Is the Evening.” Or at least it closed for the audience. The revelers in the chorus and working “backstage” spent the next hour clearing up the site before relaxing at the cast party.