Wow. I am all the way drained. Kaput. That was a journey. Hiking 7 miles of forest road and bush-wacked trail with an over-stuffed shoulder bag just to get to the festival was a day's worth of effort and agony. And then there was the festival. How do I explain it? We entered the site over a log bridge, emerging from the trees into three large meadows edged with hip high leafy stalks. The sun was brilliant and we blindly followed the train of people heading toward the central May Pole. A large circle was forming and we joined hands to sing om and shriek with ecstasy. Except that we were totally overwhelmed and not quite ecstatic just yet. I couldn't process all that I was seeing quickly enough and had resorted to just storing visual information for later. Eyes wide, jaw slack. People from every walk of life and most of them beautifully formed, naked bodies relieved of inhibitions swayed to the steady beat of drums, new relationships formed and dissolved, a smokey haze filled the valley, streamers whistled in the breeze, calls and chants and hugs, body paint, half-lidded eyes, glitter, and lost festival dogs in an endless obsessive search for their owners. We retreated to a crop circle of flattened leafy stalks and laid down, got stoned and began to integrate. Luke and I ventured out and found a village dedicated to Traditional West African Drumming. We entered through an archway of looped branches and vines to find... Eden. A lazy river wound its way around a central grassy island and a collection of drummers sent out a steady stream of beats. We left our personals with two women from an Eileen Fisher ad and started to dance. Stoned, dancing, Luke, people watching... yes I'm in heaven. I actually shouted "Everyone is so beautiful!" The Rainbow had finally touched me. And I got it and loved it and was able to lose myself in it. Now I can't find myself. Even after two cups of coffee and a salad. Too much journeying and you accidentally leave pieces behind.