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As always, kindred gathering feeds my soul Body done aching from much dancing and just the joy at the remembrance of the dance remains Tendrils of smoke from sage and mugwort now coax new images to the surface and remind me of what it sacred and holy in what we do and again the time stretches out before me too long till next I shall meet these kin again Too many moments to capture, remember, cherish

So I last left you, dear reader, when I was on my was to Tuatha na bPréacháin Naomh, the Tribe of the Sacred Crows in East Bridgewater. It was a fine night, though I stayed later than I should, especially give the fact that I was supposed to be in Andover at 8 am to set up my booth at the Eastern MA Pagan Pride Project and I probably didn't get home from East Bridgewater till around 1:30 or 2 am, not quite sure. Well, I figured that this year that seems to be my trend, not getting any sleep the night before the PPDs, so I figured I would make it a tradition.. So regardless, the next morning I was up bright and chipper, at least this

King Richard's Faire (for pics go here http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=415853784&albumId=640571) Well, when I last left you faithful reader, we were waiting outside the gates of King Richards for my friend's to arrive and the festivities to begin... So upon the arrival of Sadie, Andy and Dan, we entered "The Realm" and began our day to the tantalizing aromas of cinnamon baking at the bakery right by the gate, and headed over to Seams Like a Dream where my lovely friend Lisa was, so I could introduce her to those she didn't know yet (she had met Sadie and Andy last year). Now mind you, everyone w