Meta Index of SolstiCelebrations & Other Metaphysical Events
Copyright 2005 by JR Compton. All Rights Reserved.
Photos in strict chronological order. This version, though not final, is getting close.
Please email (no attachments!) me and Note: though I took many other photographs
(359 images, total), I used only the best here. The others are not good enough.
We write our prayers on strips of paper
then tie our dreams
to the branches of a tree, theme of this year's celebration.
or colorful oragami to loft our aspirations.
Our soundtrack comprises an amazing array.
Children and adults are fascinated watching up into our branches.
Fine music was constant.
we became the tree, our branches reaching out
and our tree souls rise and sing.
accompanied by beads and bells and
delicate sounds from a fingered UFO.
Our Branches reach the sky then, led by Amy Martin,
the audience consciously becomes tree,
spreading our roots
(front rows), then branches (that's them in the back) out for sustenance.
The tree's roots vehemently outstretched to sup the soil.
Other storytellers waited to share their visions and
the Goddess reminded us of our faith.
Fierce Telling of a tree story deepened into winter's dark, and
the candle of autumn pinched out,
we fall into winter's darkness...
till Amy and the audience shined lights
to fill the darkness and spread spring's light.
We greet each other again on the other side of darkness,
and sing joy to the light as
another prima voce fills the room.
Then the Nuts mark north and south
and east and west
to distribute tree fruit — nurture for our collective future.
Freddie Two Horns jazzes
and Karen X poesizes.
The harpist enchants,
and another voce profundo stirs our souls.
We are resplendent in the light
wild and colorful in our action,
and drumming fills the room, as we leave to share
Boogies us out
leaving the altar pristine.
We posed with Father Christmas in the lobby,
snacked while the Goddess watched over us,
and enjoy friends all along the way.
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