“Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you’re brown, you’ll find out you’re blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.”
― Tom Robbins
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For a while I hear about ‘Confest’, this hippie festival that happens at Easter and New Years. It’s held on a farm on the banks of the Edward river in Australia. I know it’s ‘clothes optional’, mmm. Warren and I arrive there the on the eve of NYE (so it’s old news but hey) and set up a tent, camping under southern hemisphere stars with about 4000 other people. There are no permanent structures so all shelters, showers and loos have been constructed for these few days.
It takes a day to get into the vibe. It’s bloody hot, 48 C degrees in the sun. We sleep during the brightest hours, bath nude in the river a lot and generally take it really slow. At night is when most people walk around naked. The first few nude bits you stare at, and then it becomes normal enough to accept that we are all naturally different… and have no other thought trails. There are drums beating all the time, rhythm everywhere. A silent disco too. People are friendly, and as I walk the paths winding through campers and tents, I realise that everyone here is very free and also yet challenged to be as imaginative and as playful like as possible, in the way they dress, talk, decorative their space, perform tantra, be quiet, take a workshop on perma culture, whatever. It’s all fun and giggles!
We spent three nights there in this space of alternative living. There exists a feeling of harmony in, with the earth and the people around us. It is life without the stark judgements, jiggling of phones, pace of commercialism and employment, boxes of habit. I love it. I don’t think it would last forever, and nor do I want it to. It was a perfect way to be for those few days, and yep it was enlightening!
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The day before there was rain and wind. The day of the wedding was perfect sunshine with a light breeze. My mother was at this wedding! For it was the big day of a life-long friend of mine, a girl I grew up with… A memory from Zimbabwe pops up – Cori and I taking refuge in a reservior waiting for a Braham bull to lose interest in charging us. Now here we all were in Auckland, all grown up and looking gorgeous. A cocktail gathering with a fork-and-walk meal. She look absolutely beautiful, he was the cat who got the cream, everyone was happy to be together, my Aussie boyfriend was formal in black thongs(flip-flops), I was wanting the very best memories for this special couple. Everything Cori had organised was a delight! Kiwis are so laid back. There was sparkle to it……
Thanks Cori and Washer for sharing something wonderful with me. Be great together x
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