Relight my fire

Did you hear the story about the guy who lost his wallet at greenbelt and when he got it back there was more money in it than when he lost it?
Whilst not strictly true (he thinks he'd just forgotten about the extra tenner) it does for me sum up the festival. Several people lost things (I-phone, wallet) and all were handed in with nothing taken. It's that kind of place.
As usual my favourite moments were hanging out with friends old and new. Catching up with those I've not seen for a whole year, and getting glimpses into lives of people I'd just met on the sofa in the angels lounge. There was also great music, talks (I may have been a bit choked up in the one led by a rabbi about what his dogs can teach us about spirituality) and worship. Another highlight was the procession to a worship session led by dancers from the Igorot tribe in the Philippines. We had to take our lit candles across the pontoon bridge and around the edge of a breezy lake. I enjoyed the symbolism of having to keep relighting from each other's candles as the wind kept snuffing them out. I feel it's how I live my life, mainly all bright, a large dancing flame. Only then something comes along and the flame peters out and handily there are good folk around who lean over and relight it, just as I do repeatedly for them.
I start my new job this morning and am grateful for the people who I know are wishing me well, and who have been relighting my flame that means I've reached this point. My contract officially began yesterday and it felt like an auspicious start to be raising a mug of tea in a field of tents, celebrating faith. I wonder what will happen next?