I'm so happy to reconnect with my riverside hoop family. Hopefully my kevlar will arrive between now and then so I can finish my fire staff!
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Co-Mo Hoop Jam
The Columbia Hoop Club will host an open hoop jam on Sunday, May 23 in Peace Park. Spinning starts at 3:30. Linger into evening to watch the LEDs and fire twinkle!
I'm so happy to reconnect with my riverside hoop family. Hopefully my kevlar will arrive between now and then so I can finish my fire staff!
I'm so happy to reconnect with my riverside hoop family. Hopefully my kevlar will arrive between now and then so I can finish my fire staff!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Mid Missouri Pagan Pride
Today Ozark Avalon Church of Nature and Hearthfires of Columbia hosted a Mid Missouri Pagan Pride gathering. Peace Park was beautiful and the day flawlessly bright. We were lucky enough to have our vending space beneath a tree, who offered us shade and a continual swirl of green-yellow autumn leaves.
Today was a big step for Tangled Macrame, so I would like to thank everyone who visited my shop, especially those who took home hemp-y treasures. Thanks to Taz and Alex for encouraging me to take out the space. Thanks to the pirate crew on our left...see you all at Bacchanalia!
Today was a big step for Tangled Macrame, so I would like to thank everyone who visited my shop, especially those who took home hemp-y treasures. Thanks to Taz and Alex for encouraging me to take out the space. Thanks to the pirate crew on our left...see you all at Bacchanalia!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
JC Superstar
There is a tradition that predates the official formation of my Tribe and it implies that any time T(im) H(eather) and C(hris) adventure out together, the entire evening will border on disastrous, but result in good fun for most. Yesterday’s journey to see Jesus Christ Superstar fulfilled this ancient pattern.
Imagine if you will two hippies navigating the busy, well dressed crowd of Jesse Auditorium in search of their ticket carrying friends. Imagine them walking, then waiting, then finally see them alone in the empty hall as they listen to the ragged guitar that introduces Judas to the stage. Imagine about thirty minutes of “I wonder where they are?” “I hope everyone’s ok” “Gee, I bet we look out of place” until the tangled head of Hippie Joe appears and it’s all hugs and “good lord, you guys are late!”
Turns out they were caught in a detour and we missed all but two songs of the first act of the play. However, what we saw was beautiful, a stage dominated by a bridge and luminous multi-colored lighting. I loved the way the chorus was always in motion and how they used singular silver spotlights to imply the gaze and presence of God.
To compensate for the scenes we missed, I sang most of them as we walked to our car to get Trista’s hemp. The necklace she chose was a groovy brown single-strand made with beads I’d pulled from one of Loreena’s old macramé’s. I think they were originally a gift from her dad. I gave Tim his hematite piece, because I felt he needed the stone’s protective energy.
Finally, we wandered down to the Saki bar where I waxed furious at Chris for being drunken-monkey and accidentally body slamming a pretty brunette into the wall. Maybe it’s all the times his inattention has caused me to be similarly trampled that sparked my fury on behalf of the poor girl. Maybe it was the simple embarrassment that’d been brewing since we sauntered into JC Superstar a hour late with Chris and Tim each carrying a beer in one hand.
Silly hippies…
Imagine if you will two hippies navigating the busy, well dressed crowd of Jesse Auditorium in search of their ticket carrying friends. Imagine them walking, then waiting, then finally see them alone in the empty hall as they listen to the ragged guitar that introduces Judas to the stage. Imagine about thirty minutes of “I wonder where they are?” “I hope everyone’s ok” “Gee, I bet we look out of place” until the tangled head of Hippie Joe appears and it’s all hugs and “good lord, you guys are late!”
Turns out they were caught in a detour and we missed all but two songs of the first act of the play. However, what we saw was beautiful, a stage dominated by a bridge and luminous multi-colored lighting. I loved the way the chorus was always in motion and how they used singular silver spotlights to imply the gaze and presence of God.
To compensate for the scenes we missed, I sang most of them as we walked to our car to get Trista’s hemp. The necklace she chose was a groovy brown single-strand made with beads I’d pulled from one of Loreena’s old macramé’s. I think they were originally a gift from her dad. I gave Tim his hematite piece, because I felt he needed the stone’s protective energy.
Finally, we wandered down to the Saki bar where I waxed furious at Chris for being drunken-monkey and accidentally body slamming a pretty brunette into the wall. Maybe it’s all the times his inattention has caused me to be similarly trampled that sparked my fury on behalf of the poor girl. Maybe it was the simple embarrassment that’d been brewing since we sauntered into JC Superstar a hour late with Chris and Tim each carrying a beer in one hand.
Silly hippies…
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