The excerpt below is a random dip into my adventures with fantuzzi, the early days... this will have been my first visit to landjuweel festival in the netherlands.
On the first day of exploration we walk together through the tents, the people, the field, we go to the healing field and into a yurt, lie down for a sound healing session and I drift on chants, hums, the beat of a dozen drums, shake of bells and rattles, hear the hum and drone of healing sounds, in and out of awareness, feeling seeds drop to my skin, my lips, feel the weight of singing bowls upon my body, float in the warmth and softness of the fire's heat and the carpeted floor, in peace beside love, hearing the chant rise to bring us all back to unity, awareness, upright, sitting about the fire. We all sing together and the joy of life and unity flows through us each. 2Z plays and sings and I rise to dance as always filled with the beauty of this music that melts my bones and drives my soul. A girl close by me takes the guitar and sings a song of such bleeding beauty that tears come from me and I am humbled in her presence. We drink hot sweet chai and settle in the ambience that is a cradle of love and support. Finally on leaving, I see a girl in the doorway with tears falling over her cheeks, I embrace her in a hug, feeling that whatever her sadness I must connect to her and share some of the warmth I have right now. She says she feels alone... we are not alone here, in this place, we are all together and each shares love and compassion, the healing field and this yurt are centres of healing and she is welcomed inside as I release her. I know that she will find comfort there.
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