I’m going to the Woodstock Fruit Festival, for the fourth time in a row. I’m so happy about it, I still cannot believe it. It seemed so impossible to go this year!
The Woodstock Fruit Festival has been a very important part of my personal journey. Each year, it has helped me back on track, helped me to find strength and motivation, gave me new insights. Each year was so different, and each year was special. But last year was my last one – or so I thought. I am a teacher now. I need to be there for the children in my care, especially in the first weeks at our school. School starts in mid August, my vacation is before that. There is no way arround it.
But then things changed. My dear friend Jen, who is healing from stage 4 breast cancer, told me that she found a way to go, and she begged me to come as well. Shortly thereafter, the festival team announced that it will be the last festival of its kind. And so I thought: why not consider it? Why not ask?
And so I did. I checked flights, made a potential plan and wrote a long emotional email to my team at work. They said that they understood, but needed to think about it. From a rational standpoint, it is absurd to let me go. But it was considered. We tried to find out the kids’ holiday schedules, and did more talking/thinking. Yesterday, in a team meeting, my lovely colleague Susanna said she would let me go. I couldn’t believe it! I started crying right then and there.
I will be at the Woodstock Fruit Festival 2015.
Plane tickets are booked, so there is no way back now 🙂 I am so so happy!
It is a financial stretch, but… I know it is worth it.
2012 was my first festival. I wasn’t feeling well then – I had been on a fruit-based lifestyle for about half a year, and it wasn’t working for me. I couldn’t eat a lot (bananas and dates didn’t go down well), my skin was so dry, headaches all the time, feeling depressed. The festival was a turning point: I started coaching with Ellen Livingston, and I found ways.
In 2013, I had moved back to eating cooked foods for dinner (lots of steamed potatoes), but it didn’t serve me well. They helped me deal with challenging emotions and stress, but physically they were holding me back. I gained a whole bunch of weight. The festival magically put me back on track, and I was all raw for a full year after that.
2014 was a year of connection. It was about feeling at home there, feeling grounded, connected. I met Jen there, spent time with dear friends. And I realized that I, too, was a pioneer of sorts. There still aren’t a lot of people that do what I do, and I can be a shining light with my journey.
A lifetime of changes, in one festival. Woodstock Fruit Festival, we will meet once again.