I ’m just looking at the last bit of cleanup around our house after my 24th annual Woodstock Party.
My word for the year— “Humdinger!” The place was packed, and there were well over five bags of garbage and recyclables (don’t worry, mostly recyclables). Why do we do this? No, it’s not my birthday.
Once a year I put out about 500 invitations figuring about 100 to 150 people may filter through the afternoon and evening… I need the fix, the “groovy vibe” fix. Except for Grateful Dead concerts, which don’t happen any more, I don’t have much opportunity to experience such joy, diversity and pleasure. I am blessed with an amazingly wide array of friends and acquaintances and it brings me no end of that pleasure to see them mingle.
The best part is there’s no need for the psychedelics, no need to drive hours to a stadium, no need to wander the parking lot with your single finger in the air looking for “a miracle” (a ticket to get in). Potluck, clothing exchange, great band (thank you SNAFU) and something crafty to partake in…great recipe for the ultimate “Friend Fest.”
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You’ve seen my arty cars driving around town all these years. Yep. Woodstock. Folks still have commemorative “Woodstock Party” t-shirts they tie dyed at various intervals (next year — 25th!). Love beads, hats, puppets and this year’s project—Prayer Flags. Many people didn’t even know what they were but caught on and then had their way with squares of fabric, paint and markers. Leftovers are strung along my driveway leading up to our massage/hypnotherapy studio.
I realize that not everyone has all the elements of creative crafting to just sit and play all day like I do. Being creative not only brings out the inner child but frees those bits of one’s psyche that need expressing, that need to be realized. As seemingly simple as brushing some color on paper or fabric is, it’s letting something out, it’s saying something, it’s fostering joy.
Potluck. What better way than breaking bread with your neighbors to build community. Filling hungry bellies, tasting new treats, sharing: a true bringing together of souls. Okay, that and the clothing exchange … nothing says “howdy” like a bunch of women trying on free clothes all together in one room! New outfits all evening long, kinda like our own fashion show. I’ve gotten some of my favorite articles of clothing from the Woodstock Exchange. Bring something, take something. Better yet, just take something as most of us have too much all ready and bring plenty to share.
And then there’s music. No party is such without it. Every child even knows that. Ladies, you know how often you go to a bar or concert and want to dance and there are suddenly no men available? We don’t care here. I know, we don’t care out there in the world either, at least I don’t and will happily dance by myself. But, there were moments this weekend where every BODY in the place was bouncing (again, thank you SNAFU).
No judging of clothing you’re wearing, of the way you are dancing, or what your project turns out like just supportive, free-stylin’, free formin’, organic FUN. I sincerely hope everyone takes that attitude along every day. I wish that for you all. Can’t wait until next year!