14/04/2026
Part 2. Just Chloe at Confest
There is something very special about returning to the same land again and again each year.
The land remembers you, has seen you change and grow, like my Granny witnessing each time I return to Ireland.
Since November, my life has been in an upheaval, a healing so deep it feels like my entire being is melting into caterpillar goop.
I have begun uncovering unhealthy mechanisms that have subtly controlled my actions for years.
This year, an intention for the story I am rewriting, was to packing lightly.
With my hiking pack and single-woman tent, I felt the calm acceptance of my current reality.
I am single.
And at this moment, I am not seeking any shape or form of relationship as I undergo this essential soul clearing.
In that decision, I experienced Confest differently, not seeking, not looking outside myself for joy, not trying to squeeze experience in exchange for my ticket.
Instead, I went with an open palm, happy to receive whatever was placed inside it.
With travelling v***a tent duties complete, I entered the slipstream of festival life.
I co-caught, killed, and ate my first fish, an empowerment I didn’t know I longed for.
I found myself dancing with a circle of ta***ic sisters, burning a pu$$y-shaped hole into the dancefloor with revelry.
I never knew where my feet were taking me, the time, nor where my phone was. My favourite kind of dissolving into being.
Sleeping on the earth every night put me in rhythm with Gaia
I spent time with children at, embracing my inner aunty.
I took better care of myself more than I ever before, naps nourishment, recharge each day.
This time the land witnessed me calm, playful, real, and centred.
On the final night I felt myself slip into a chasing energy. I paused. Took a breath. Spoke to my inner child. Found she was exhausted. And so I took myself to bed.
Overall, I witnessed myself growing up, maturing further into the woman I am ready to be. And for that, I am thankful.
