My love letter to FAR

Anything that involves jumping in the car with my beautiful man in the drivers seat, cruising down the freeway singing along with your favourite tunes, talking shit and holding space for the bubbling excitement we both felt for the weekend ahead has got to be up there with one of the best feelings you ever can experience. It’s one of those small moments that are actually the big ones when all is said and done. It’s not a feeling I’ve taken for granted yet, nor will I, because I’m cognoscente that this feeling of ‘looking forward to something’ with someone you adore is just pure bliss.

So, then we arrived at the place we’d been talking about for months, we drove down this bumpy, bendy overgrown driveway to the prettiest patch of green grass, adorned with coloured flags flapping in the breeze, and a welcome sign in all its boho goodness ~ and smiled to ourselves. This was home for the next few nights! Every tiny detail was thought about creating the most sacred space for community to gather, connect and fall in love with life, with music, with nature, with sex, with people or with an alternate way of being… under the sun, and under the stars. 

The power of breath, the power of touch and the power of energy exchange were all explored as we sat around in teepee tents not quite realising that we weren’t coming out the same way we went in. In our minds we thought surely one weekend festival couldn’t alter us, but the fire in our soul as we left tended to disagree. 

Moments in time..

~ It started with a festival band that felt more like a friendship bracelet from the moment it was slid over my wrist.  

~ Plunging in the ice cold stream topless, the dappled morning sunshine danced through the trees warming my skin ever so slightly; a twisted hanging branch sat a top the creek and became a swing where our inner child could play and giggle together. 

~ Day turns to night, rainbow lights steal our gaze as they project in each of the trees, signalling to the masses the party was soon to begin. We stood huddled around the crackling fire, warming our hands as the night turned crisp, and as strangers became friends. 

~ Tents, teepees and shelters that spent the day being that of shared learning experiences, morphed into a space where total freedom and frivolous fun was the only topic left to cover; a choose your own adventure, totally yours to decide. 

~ Dancing the night away, shaking and swaying, soaking in the the sparkle and shine that decorated beautiful bodies everywhere. 

~ Waking up early to the sounds of bird calls and choosing the beauty of breath-work to start our day, the release of tears shedding what no longer serves us. 

~ Closing the festival with cuddles, kisses, closeness and confiding in the ones around us about all of this we shared as a collective is etched in my memory.

~ FAR you stole my heart 💜

Thank you to the ethereal princess in pearls Jess and James the FAR-king…as well as your whole team of amazingness. Sorry it’s taken so long but I just didn’t have the words - Amy (FAR attendee)