Lots of people left early on the Monday. Our friends had to catch a plane back to Istanbul ready for school starting today. I'm not sure why so many others left, I suspect the rain deterred many from staying. Which is such a shame, as the day was absolutely brilliant. I got to sing, dance, hang out with friends, hug, dance some more. I think there is a message about not giving up, the best is yet to come. And of course, the best is right now :-D
And in some ways, it is over now. Getting off the muddy carpark successfully seemed to mark the end. Only for me, greenbelt is a state of mind rather than an event, and so will last well beyond the time and space of the festival itself. I didn't get to a single talk this year. I did catch some comedy unexpectedly, and listened to some powerful stories, and stayed for all 4 poets at one session, one of which moved me to tears. I listened to music new and old. But mainly I revelled in the people who make Greenbelt what it is. The stranger who held my place in the queue for the wee sing in a wee tent when I really needed a wee. The joy of introducing friends who live near to those I used to lodge with who first brought me to greenbelt.
I need a shower, wish there was drinkable water, and am not relishing getting all the tent stuff out to dry off, But I am almost deliriously happy :-)
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