Festival season just got a lot trippier. We were the ones hooping on the edge of the woods, watching the ribbon dancers, crystal healers, and dreamweavers.
KarmaFest was chock-full of barefeet, soft words, and Tibetan singing bowls.
We were the ones laying out our yoga mats to join the spontaneous sequences.
...AND... we were the ones leaving when we ran into the burgundy cape clad lady... and her shoulder sitting pet raven.
(cue Twilight Zone music)
It was a scene.