Massive are rolling out for another Spring Equinox party. Like clockwork, the politics come out of the closet and rattle around the wires. The controversy of communities is compelling.
Small issues balloon into dramatic differences or simple agendas that have remained carefully hidden reveal themselves in the last terrifying moment. Is this spring? Is this the energy of new life and hibernating dreams?
It’s not all so prickly though. Picking up the phone to dial up old friends and familiar faces, has it really been three months since we last caught up and had yarn.
This rhythm of dance, this celestial swing of gathering, working, dancing and having fun is a marker in my life. An abstract constant, an external reference against this mundane modern reality.
So perhaps the politics, the little tensions, the stamping of feet and territorial dramas are essential. They expose the importance of the ritual and the personal significance we hold for dancing through the dark on the swing of the stars.
.simon
