The Fall has gotten off to a energetic, and good, start with the Hope School Fall Festival. With even the weather offering its finery for the day; with crystalline blue skies, scudding fluff ball clouds, a bright sun, and a light breeze to keep the temperatures comfortable.
Though my own travels didn't quite start off auspiciously, despite leaving on schedule. My sole comment here is, "I need a good GPS unit." But with a little backtracking and I got to the Hope School on time.
I was actually one of the first entertainers to arrive, though I had to do a very quick change into my pirate attire (the theme being "Pirates"). Fortunately said attire was a brown leather vest over my clothes, and a pirate hat, and I was quickly read.
And then I was on, and I offered: "The Yellow Thunder Dragon" of a young Chinese boy who's much-wished-for adventure arrived at his family's garden;" "Tam Lin," with fair Margaret of Scottish lore courageously facing down the Fairy Queen for her love, Tam Lin; and "The Old Woman and the Oni," of a feisty Japenese lady who wasn't about to lose her dinner to the hungry (large) spirits.
I had been asked to keep the stories "safe," but magical, since many of the students of Hope School have seen and experienced some truly frightening things, but they also wished to dream. So I softened some of the descriptions in "Tam Lin" and "The Old Woman and the Oni."
My part of the festivities was to act as filler between the musical presentations if needed, but the various dance groups were ready to go at their given times. So I was only needed at the start, and was able to enjoy the shows. The St. Andrews' Dancers of Springfield, led by Beth Oglivy, offered some fine examples of Scottish and Irish dancing. Tom Oglivy played the pipes.
A Middle Eastern dance troupe offered some traditional and some more modern belly dancing.
And then there was Salsa dancing. The instructor has been involved with the Hope School fall festival for a number of years, and he worked true magic as he encouraged not only the students, but staff, and care worn parents out to dance. And for a moment cares were danced away and a moment of freedom in music was found as they all danced to their own rhythms.
A gift in the viewing.
And I was offered another one as it was said, "I hope you'll come back."
Which I will with delight.
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I am a Springfield, IL based storyteller with a fascination for how folklore travels, and for history.