I 'm originally from Oklahoma, now I live in California, but for the one glorious week in August each year, Michigan Womyn's Music Festival is my home. "Welcome home!", everyone cheers as you first drive in, but the magic of this community is palpable far before I first hear those loving words every August. I feel it driving down those country roads, that final turn down the dirt road that carries me there. The woods, the spirit of this community just wraps itself fully around my soul. I am home. My instinct is always to reach down at some point, soon after I am there and just lay my hands on the land. I love feeling my bare feet on the earth, my hands, it feels like a connection to something so much greater than myself. This space is magical because of all who come here, who build this place with our love, our intention. We, together, are a community of intention, love, support, and respect for one week out of the year. We come for many reasons, of course, but the community created together is unlike anything I've experienced before. My breath is deeper, my smile larger, my spirit begins once again to grow beyond the bounds of my body, and I feel truly a part of something so much larger than myself. I am so grateful to have this space; grateful to those womyn who have come before me, Lisa Vogel and others who helped to create this space, grateful to all who (when able) come together for this one week each August.
I'm thankful to have this space, to have this feeling of truly being welcome home.
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