Dreaming

Another long absence I know, but we’ve been plagued by colds and flus and what have you, for weeks now. Just as the kids start to get back to their old selves, I come down with it. As I’m in the fog of a really horrible bout and I feel like all I can do is knit and cough, I’ll keeps this short!

A couple of weeks ago we had a brilliant camp out at The Dreaming Festival, which is Australia’s finest Indigenous Culture/Arts/Music festival held at Woodford on the Sunshine Coast. It was everything a grand festival is- overwhelming, chaotic, peaceful, frustrating, cold, inspiring, stimulating…..

I really get a lot of joy from taking our kids to festivals. It’s very hard work. There is usually a lot of wingeing, crying and laughter (mostly from me ) but it’s so very worth it. It’s so eye opening for them and this one was a brilliant insight into indigenous cultures which I think we can all get a little more of.

My highlights were watching the amazing singing and dancing at Dancestry and soaking up the beauty and art of  the Tjampi Desert Weavers. I managed to do a basket weaving workshop with the women and it was brilliant in so many ways.

For now, the needles and yarn beckon so I’ll leave you…..