I’m home from the third annual Northwest Lammas Festival, a homegrown affair started and sustained by some of my mermaid sisters and brothers. (We thank you deeply for your hard work throughout the year!) My mind and heart are filled with images and sensations of heat and cold, mist and sweat, intricate drum rhythms and laughing babies. The first fruits of the harvest: the gathering of the tribe and the sharing of the fruits of our hands, hearts and minds. Waverly said it so much more eloquently than I can on her blog this morning.
But I have photos to share! (Last year’s photos are here.)