Michfest, Day 8

It Might Be an Ordinary Day~

Sunday morning. Nothing like waking up happy, walking down to the Belly Bowl on a sunny day, and having the always loving Gals serve brunch. Oh yeah.

Today's my first full day off! Plenty of time for a post-brunch lay in the hammock. There's something so sweet about letting a latticework of rope support your body entirely. Rocking…sunlight filtering down through the trees and forming patterns against closed eyelids.

There was plenty of time that day for ice cream in downtown Ludington with Emily, the bes-test friend a girl could have. We dipped our feet in Lake Michigan, laid out in the sun, and watched the people around us with curiosity. We'd only been on the land for a week, but already I feel like I'm looking at this outside world from the eyes of an anthropologist instead of one who actually lives in it.

Driving with the top down through rural Michigan countryside, I turn to give Emily the biggest grin in the world. I'm comfortable as can be with my arm out the window and Gillian Welch tunes on the stereo. What a gorgeous day it is. We haven't seen rain all week. All these different splashes of color by the roadside are enticing; I stop to pick every wild flower I see on the way home. We arrive on the land with clean laundry and rosy cheeks from the sun on our faces. I drop off my laundry and find a happy home for the flowers.

I miss the simple routine of it all. The quiet comfortable circuits I would make between the showers, the Belly Bowl, the Night Stage bowl, the Lace tent. Here on this day I'm surprised at how relieved I feel to be back on the land after our day excursion to the Lake. The ground feels so good against my bare feet. I haven't spoken to every woman on the land yet, but I recognize all their faces. They're all so beautiful.