this week has been all flower crowns, winged things & rivers, summertime. we floated down the Dan twice in three days. I love that river, the way the light sparkles upon her surface then glows beneath. the rocks, smooth & jagged. the butterflies & dragonflies following us downstream, dancing around us, briefly landing. there is a peace she brings to me, reminds me I'm just a little thing in a stream.
we stopped on an island & built rock towers that glittered in the sun, all mica & sand, the waters rustling around us. with no camera, I etched the day into my mind. serenity.
as I floated, trusting her to carry me gently, safely, I thought about a time, not so long ago, when I was on the farm at Bonnaroo with a family of friends. in reality, the river & the farm are incomparable. but they both brought upon me the same self-awareness, made me search my soul for truths to stack high & hold tight. I treasure both places dearly, keep their memories close to my heart. am beyond thankful at my life & the beauties I experience.
with that being said, no words I could write about Bonnaroo would do it any justice, the place was far too magical, too separated from every day life & the standard rules & expectations of society. it was freedom in a field, full of music & beauty & love. I'll let the pictures do the talking.