Crazy Holy Hungry Ones / Apostatepalooza

RantWoman's summer travel plans are leaning heavily toward books on her new Kindle and a couple weekends heavy on indoor obligations and and hopefully not too heavy on insects. None of that is preventing her from being enthralled by opportunities for vicarious enjoyment of other people's encounters with spirituality, diversity, and as needed insects.

RantWoman's blog roll served up several items about the first Wild Goose, an interfaith festival of art spirituality and action:

http://www.wildgoosefestival.org/intro


Julie Clawson
“Blessed are the good-hearted, poets, and the dreamers. And all us crazy, holy, hungry ones who still believe in something better.”

http://blog.sojo.net/2011/06/30/crazy-holy-hungry-ones-my-wild-goose-festival-reflection/


RantWoman especially wants to uphold the bravery of parents who travel to such events with young children. That is something the RantParents never would have attempted.

Sojourners staffperson Heather Wilson
http://blog.sojo.net/2011/07/01/dissenters-monastics-and-doubters-my-kind-of-faith-at-the-wild-goose-festival/


and Peterson Toscano reminding readers that comfortable as one can be in some locales, congregations and individuals still stuggle mightily:
http://petersontoscano.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/what-i-carried-into-wild-goose/


RantWoman had a conversation recently about how "speaking Baptist" sometimes helps her find ways to speak across Friends lines of history; n the case of Wild Goose, RantWoman is wondering whether any Friends were led to participate. Personally, RantWoman thinks this event sounds like FUN even though she is confident she would not automatically fully "fit in" any better than she does anywhere else, RantWoman always being able to find some vexation leading to some or antoher form of apostasy.

RantWoman is also busily upholding everyone gathered at FGC
http://www.fgcquaker.org/gathering

and MAY even trak thinks via #11fgc.


And for nostalgia's sake:
http://peacecampherstory.blogspot.com/

Full disclosure: this blog is part of an oral history project for something RantWoman in her youth and sometimes Amazing Artist Friend spent a lot of time at. RantWoman participated in an interview but for eccentric reasons has not felt clear to sign a release for use of her image.

Last time RantWoman and Amazing Artist Friend talked by phone, we were reminiscing about peace camp, the peace camp witches, and numerous threads that someone who has not lived through might or might not even want to fathom. We were especially bemused both by references to the tracks left over in state bureaucratic practice from Woodstock and by interpersonal drama way beyond the imaginings of a couple church lady peaceniks who just wanted to hang out with our girlfriends and talk about peace. There would also be the exasperating and exhilarating realities of interfaith collisions, Jews, Christians, agnostics, quite the range of goddess worshippers and feminist spirituality.

RantWoman also remembers LOTS of challenges about accessibility. A wooden path was constructed to make it easier for people to get around. Construction involved lots of heroic efforts, in a few cases by complete novices about construction work. RantWoman supposes that attributing the challenges of group meetings to different cognitive styles would be the height of diplomacy. Meals presented innumerable challenges for instace for Blind Roommate when she visited. Lots of women found taking a shower outdoors with solar-heated water kind of a trial though RantWoman is especially prone to nostalgia about that practice. Maybe reminiscence is as close to insects as RantWOman should try to be this summer.