The Campfire Gurlz... Reverand J Ice, DJ Lordesaurs Rex, myself, Kymmie Blu Funkmaster...
ha! three girls in a corolla headed for zenfest.
i'm going to something called the zenfest out near kc this weekend. camping, poi, belly dancing, meditation, chanting, tai chi, drumming... and gawd knows what else.
i don't camp a lot... like it, but it used to be too much work. camping when i was married was an exercise in extreme OCD. every meal planned and bagged in a ziploc. days ahead there was laundry and checklists and packing... due to my excellent diligence, we were prepared for every possible, conceivable activity and disaster. this was all me. he gathered the dog and his stuff, usually an hour after we should have been on the road. it was all very serious.
fast forward three years. i got an email invite today. sure i'll go. i've got my kickin backpack, a tent, a sleeping bag, a flashlight, a frying pan and my toothbrush. i don't know where we are going. i don't know how much it costs. i was assigned to get breakfast, cranberry for the vodka and the directions. i've thrown some clothes in the backpack--first thing in was the swimsuit. things are a lot more loosey goosey these days.
i'm crazy psyched and can't wait to go. i have know idea what to expect, but these girls are fun and there is a workshop in a meditation garden on spinning fire. how bad could it be?
1 comment:
Oh sounds like a hoot! The zen part of it should really be cool, and I like the sounds of a vodka and cranberry by the campfire in the evening!!! Have fun!
:)
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