I’m sitting here on my laptop this morning thoroughly enjoying all of the HiveFest posts coming across my feed. As I read these posts and see the pictures I can’t help but reminisce about my own experiences with ‘Fests 1 and 2 in Amsterdam (‘16) and Portugal (‘17).

Memoir/ˈmemˌwär/ noun. a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation. Usually memoirs. an account of one's personal life and experiences; autobiography. the published record of the proceedings of a group or organization, as of a learned society.

Waltzing on worn linoleum, to some silent playlist, for an instant, transported to a time before we lost ourselves in each other, long before we built these walls to silence the world, True love in this painfully imperfect place is such a hurtful bliss, all who’ve felt its kiss, have their hearts’ permanently stained, like a beggar wearing brand new shoes, with a fresh tattoo that aches whenever that cold breeze blows.

Memoir/ˈmemˌwär/ noun. a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation. Usually memoirs. an account of one's personal life and experiences; autobiography. the published record of the proceedings of a group or organization, as of a learned society.

Lately, it feels like Western civilization is completely unraveling. Even some of the most optimistic people I know are dipping their toes into the sulfurous doomsdayer pool. It's not easy to stay positive when negativity bombards us all daily, like a steady drip of poison, on mainstream socials and in the media. The doomsday drip is impossible to escape unless you live as a hermit in some off-grid cabin deep in the woods.

Memoir/ˈmemˌwär/ noun. a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation. Usually memoirs. an account of one's personal life and experiences; autobiography. the published record of the proceedings of a group or organization, as of a learned society.