Yes, the feast at Rites of Spring is actually on Sunday night, but Sunday is my spirit theme. Today I will speak of the bacchanal of Rites.
It is a time of mead, of good food, good Bacchus homebrew. For me a time this year to share some nice Partegas mini cigars. To connect, to chat randomly and wonderfully. To see people I have not seen in a year, yet whose faces still give me smiles. It’s wonderful.
This year I want it to be Bardic. To be full of stories. The poetry slam/open mike my wife hosts. The Bardic Circle the Nordic/Vengali tent hosts. To be writing poems and haiku. To just be in the woods.
And to just love the feast of life. Having good food, drink and conversation with amazing people.
It is amazing and I love it.