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The Music Festival. Day 16, 30 day challenge

 
The music festival.  One to several days of  music and entertainment.  I have been to a few one day music festivals, but after hearing my coworker talk about the four day festival she attended a few weeks ago in her home state of Ohio (Nelsonville I believe), I am now intrigued.  They did the camping experience, which apparently just added to the experience. Good times, fun, family and friends, alcohol and good music.  What more could you want?  Yes, calm your heels, food is implied in the checklist. 
 
According to my friend, there were stages everywhere, including one that I believe she referred to as "the porch", which was a small one room building, where only acoustic music could be played, due to lack of electricity.  She said the place was so small, she and her sister were hanging in through the window. 
 
The whole experience just seems fun and interesting. I mean who doesn't want to absorb music in the fresh open air, with your best peeps?  I love music.  It may not seem like it, but I do. I also love to wander with my camera, so to be able to wander from stage to stage, literally letting the music take you wherever it takes you and capturing the unique moments...priceless.  
 
There seems to be a sense of freedom in an event like this.  No judgments, no drama, just good music and your soul getting lost in all that is peace.  I love closing my eyes and just letting the music take me away.  It's like listening to someone with an incredible voice, you just become mesmerized and can't stop listening.   Imagine you're an invincible bubble just floating through the moment...that's what I think I would feel like.
 
One day I will have to try a multi-day music festival.  I will let my spirit fly free with the invisible notes wafting through the good vibes that fill the space around me.  I will have to put aside my reservations of doing anything outside of the proverbial box and just live.  Heck, that should go for daily life, not just a music festival, right?  I mean I love writing and photography, I love the movies, I love concerts, I love the theater, I love sitting in peace at a park just listening to whatever is happening around me.  I even love just taking long walks and seeing things I have never seen before...I just need to do these things and stop saying, well, maybe tomorrow. It's like Henry James said, "It's time to start living the life you imagine."
 
Life isn't just about the journey, it's about the experiences we have along that journey, so go out and have your experiences, because you never know what wonderful things might happen to you when you do.
 
Until tomorrow.... 
 

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