I feel as though I’ve been writing about and talking about the conference for days…days!
It’s because I have. I had such a good time and met some very fine people. I got to teach and talk–two of my favorite things. And some of my favorite people have said some really nice things about me and I’m going to share them here.
Hecate Demeter’s Daughter wrote this–
http://hecatedemeter.wordpress.com/2014/03/17/root-work/
and then she wrote this–
http://hecatedemeter.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/love-the-land-youre-with/
And if you don’t follow her blog, you should, because she is always brilliant. Always. And she was very kind to write those things and–full disclosure–we are friends, as well as colleagues, and I love her.
I have also interacted with Jason Pitzl-Waters over at the Wild Hunt for many years but only met him at this conference. As I posted on Facebook–he is just as smart and funny as you thought. Anyway, we had a good time at the con and he wrote this thing that made me cry–
http://wildhunt.org/2014/03/sacred-space-2014-appalachian-folk-traditions-panel.html
…and it includes a recording of the panel discussion where I got to hold forth with Linda Ours Rago (one of my great inspirations) and with Orion Foxwood, whom I had met on a couple of occasions but didn’t really know. He was a dollbaby, by the way, and has been so supportive of my book.
So I am all floaty and giddy about all these nice things people are writing and about the conference itself, where I got to hang out with my buds Diotima Mantineia, Star Bustamonte, Amy Blackthorn, as well as Macha Nightmare, Selena Fox, Gwendolyn Reece and so many more.
Today, though, I spent a good amount of time in the garden, getting myself back to basics, back to land and soil. We worked in our little pocket community garden where we said farewell to the beautiful old rosemary that didn’t survive the winter and to her sister lavender which ditto. And I got to garden with a very fine young gardener named Charlie and his mom Jennifer.
So…the nettles are starting to rise and all is well, if still a bit giddy, in my little corner of the world.