the dreaming tree

i feel happy.

i’m headed up to wakarusa tomorrow. it’s my first music festival, so i’m pretty excited about the upcoming experience. i will for sure have something to write about upon my return. for now, i’m behind on packing and just kinda procrastinating…i thought i could write a nice little entry, but nothing’s coming to mind. i suppose i’ll need a little time writing update-style posts until i get used to writing again.

i used to be good at blogging. or if not good, at least somewhat prolific. alas, i moved into the realm of facebook and embraced the simple brevity of status updates. and that was fun for a while. i, like many other people, devoted myself to writing the perfect one sentence, or less, expression of my current emotional, physical or social state. maybe even all three at one time. but then what happened? i slowly became unable to coalesce my thoughts into even a few paragraphs, so focused was i on this newly-found mode of expression. i lost the distillery of writing, and am left with a million fragmented thoughts and memories for which trite assertions do not suffice. so, realizing that…i’m back.

last night i saw girl talk in little rock. it was incredible. within 20 minutes i was completely aloof from my own mind, which was absolutely terrific. there was just music and dancing. i was freed of all my usual constraints of self-awareness and quite explicitly thought that i felt like a different person. i got to go up on the stage with about 40 or 50 other people (maybe more, who knows?) and that’s where i danced for the entire two or so hours, with people all around, awash in movement and beats. hands-waving, fists-pumping, feet-stomping, legs-marching, hair-twirling… i haven’t sweated that much since playing ultimate frisbee last summer in 104 degrees, which was awesome. (yes, awesome) i kind of wish i had gone out into the main crowd a little so i could experience the show from that angle, but i’m pretty sure it would be basically the same: exhilarating.