There were times I really had to hold onto my hat..
This was my first Bonnaroo. I have been to a few other music festivals in my life with camping involved. Being there under a canopy with all of the items I brought to stay prepared as well as having one of my life’s best friends to share and grow with, I have never felt more in my element. I felt free with a sense of satisfaction with all of the hard work I put in the last year after working into a transition of unplanned post college career change only 2 1/2 years out from graduation. If Bonnaroo was a sign, it was that I am heading in the right direction in terms of figuring out what brings me happiness.
Not a drop of rain for us the whole long weekend, although we were wishing for it come Sunday. I carried my umbrella with me for shade because frankly, I needed shade at all times, or so I thought I did. I know I will post again about Bonnaroo, when I have fully been able to process and comprehend the magic I shared in creating and experiencing. We are only one week out! I have fallen even more in love with Tennessee and hope to call it home at one point in my life.
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Hi to all! Creating my own blog as an adult is new to me but not novel. I enjoy words and writing way too much not to put some fingers to the keyboard. Truly, I enjoy the art of handwriting a piece of prose or poetry, but the impracticability is an inefficient means of sharing my words. To share my words or thoughts is my goal. It has been, in addition to engaging in dialogue, my goal for the past few years. Before that goal, it was patience. We will get there one day.
I have been able to experience truly wonderful splendors on the North American Continent, primarily in the Appalachian region. Traveling has been in my blood since before I was born. Both of my parents moved a lot as children; however, my mom and dad kept me and my sister put, except for the part of relocating from FL to WV when, I, the youngest, had freshly turned two. So, traveling on i95 for extended periods of time was something I was comfortable with at an early age.
The purpose of this space is to share my experiences, travels, photos, lessons, wisdom, and voice. Sometimes being heard is not about whom is yelling the loudest but rather whom has everyone’s attention.