The best way to blog about Faerie Dancers is to have some good background music going. For me, that means Loreena McKinnitt’s “Book of Secrets.
Dancing. Everywhere you look at Faerieworlds, there are dancers. They dance alone, in groups, and in pairs. They dance just because they like the music and the beat reverberates something in their deeper soul. The music often is intentionally trance-inducing, like the drums around some campfire at some tribal council. I’ve been to Pentecostal churches where dance was used as a form of worship, sometimes in a very hedonistic way. I don’t think God has a problem with hedonistic dancing: David danced, naked, before Him.
I didn’t see any naked faeries dancing. Well, I did see some almost naked faeries, but not dancing. Except for the Barbarians. Let us not forget the men in loin cloths.
On to more pleasant thoughts!
The dirt area right in front of the mainstage was always alive with the dance.
Notice the guy in the hat. Another hat.
From noon until night, there are dancers.
Okay, It is easy enough to dance, especially when you are dancing to your own music. Nobody judges, nobody cares, nobody interferes.
But what if you’re a little larger than the average person? No, not THAT kind of larger, but TALLER. MUCH taller. Think of all the faeries you’ve seen so far as the sort of Faerie that masquerades as moths, butterflies, damselflies, mayflies, caddises… But what about the dragonflies and the damselflies?
They stopped the crowd.
They had some easy moves to the music.
(The woman in the red dress was actually a Red Faerie. I wish she had kept her wings on, but she shed them to hula hoop. They were stunning wings.)
The exuberance of the Tall Wizard was hard to match! Certainly no one could keep up with him as he dashed through the crowd in his mad dance of joy!
Except maybe this warrior! Check out the head dress!
And the formidable weapon!
Not only were there dancers, but there were hula hoops. A rack of hula hoops was kept near the main stage, just for Faeries to pick up and dance with. And dance they did!
Dance! Dance! Dance!
You can see the free hula hoops behind the Purple Faerie.
No, I did not try one. You do not want to see me hula hoop. I wouldn’t dance in publie, either, not with out a lot of alcohol to drink first. That’s how we did it, back in our courting days: we went to the pubs and tipped a few beers before we tried out the dance floors. Thought we were pretty good dancers, even when we fell on the floor. Yep, that’s my dancing experience. I think I will keep my dancing to the privacy of my house, when no one else is at home and I can crank my music up loud. There’s nobody to see me but God, and I think God just chuckles and looks the other way. It’s just for fun, anyway.
I still have to tell you about all the Celebrity Sightings. And then there are the Bad Faeries. Oh, my, which faeries to include? I have to really think about that… OK, I thought: if my 17 year old saw the Bad Faeries, I can post them here on the Internet.
So – to end this evening’s installment, I leave you with the following dancers and a puff of smoke:
