I feel whole again. After an epic Campfire last night something feels different.
The things I had been looking at that seemed insurmountable, or worse – no longer interesting, are now once again back in focus. I know that I can sort out what I need to sort out to get things moving again.
How did Campfire do this?
Campfire looks like it is all about people getting together and performing for each other. Practically, that is what happens. But that’s not why its magic.
It’s all the bits that sit in-between that make it magic.
Watching people, who have never met each other, stand around and talk, like it's the most natural thing in the world to get to know new people.
Seeing someone who came on their own hugging people goodbye as they leave.
Watching someone who hasn’t spoken all night share something about how a performance moved them.
It’s my friend Fox spending the day with me hanging out in the studio and getting things ready for the magic to happen because he loves this thing as much as I do.
It’s my friend Suzanne staying after the event and playing piano so people can stand around and sing for hours (yes, hours) after Campfire has officially finished.
It's a group of men in the kitchen doing dishes and sharing laughs and kindness and joy because that’s what men do.
It’s people telling me about how they feel hope again because they have found a place where there are good people listening to and caring about each other because that’s what humans do.
It’s knowing that there are profoundly gifted musicians/performers in the room who are enjoying the experience of watching others perform so much that they let go of performing for a night so that they can sit back and soak it all in.
It’s watching someone learn how to use a loop machine, live in front of the audience.
It’s my endless jar of honey driving halfway across the state to be there, even though it would have been much easier (and totally fine) to sit this one out.
It’s the surprise visit from Cam and Sarah who know how much it means to me to have friends with me on this journey.
It’s my friend Gar in Sydney sending me a video of the family concert he ran in Sydney in a friend’s lounge room at the exact same time we ran Campfire in Melbourne.
It’s all of this. And then on top of that are all the incredible open-hearted performances from everyone who turned up.
All of this creates something special in me.
It makes me feel that I belong.
That I’m in good company.
That it’s going to be ok, even if things sometimes aren’t ok.
It makes me feel whole again.
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If you have walked away from Campfire with a sense of belonging and hope then buying some firewood is a way to say thanks. A way to show your love and appreciation and to keep the Campfire burning.