09/04/2026
“You cannot step into the same river twice.” – Heraclitus
Each Renaissance is different.
Each of us arrives as a new version of ourselves.
The festival shifts, the land holds us differently, the connections evolve.
We return and remember again from a new perspective.
This Renaissance, I allowed myself to move a little slower. Focusing on my priorities.
Honouring my cycle, listening to my body.
There were moments of dancing, slowly finding my way into feeling safe enough to be seen in my expression.
Allowing whatever was there to be felt, allowing myself to meet again with discomfort, pain, excitement, joy all of the stories flowing through me.
At times, I did push my body, and it let me know.
A gentle reminder that fear of missing out is an illusion.
And so, I learn.
I embraced the joy of being with the children
being invited into their worlds of play, imagination, and presence.
Feeling their high energy, observing and learning from their interactions, holding them close, sharing stories, and feeling deeply blessed. And greatful for their independence and community support.
Such a gift. One to remember.
I love to feel into how we leave an imprint on the land, with the trees, the animals, the insects, the plants, in the sky, within each other, and within the festival itself.
How we attune, co-regulate, and gently shape one another
before stepping back out into the wider world, carrying that resonance with us.
It makes me wonder
How can I return each time with deeper care?
For the land, for the space, for one another?
How can I honour my body more fully in what it needs?
How can I show up for the children, the women, the men who gather here?
Deep gratitude to each and every soul who is part of Renaissance.
What a gift it is to share this space again and again...
and never in the same way twice.