We danced until our bodies ached and listened to drums until sunrise.
We hung out in hammocks and crept through the woods.
We said we would never really leave this place behind . . . and we never really will. . .
Our hearts are full now.
“You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.” – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
[Photos: A magical weekend at the Shakori Hills Grassroots Festival//Grace Farson]