Jun. 13th, 2015
don't let the door hit you on the way out
Jun. 13th, 2015 04:18 pmI'm watching the final episodes of Babylon 5 in which most of the characters are moving on, leaving the station for new positions. For nineteen years, I've considered myself a part of Four Quarters Farm. I had friends who'd introduced a group of us to the land in the beginning and for years a number of us would go up for festivals. Over the years, the others dropped off but I continued to go. I had one friend, Heather, I hung with there and others I recognized. As I dropped all festivals other than Fire's Rising, I stopped seeing Heather because she doesn't attend that one. This year's was the first Fire's Rising I'd been to in a while. I thought I'd been there the year before last but comments suggest it has been more years than that. Anyway I've been going less and less but I still felt a connection to the land.
This last visit I wandered around to my favorite spots and didn't feel that old connection. I don't feel that this is my place anymore. Leaving I felt like Lyta Alexander as she left B5. No fanfare. Nobody there to see her off. She just left. I saw a guy I knew enough to speak to and I waved, but he didn't wave back. No fanfare. I left.
I feel a little sad but I think all I'm doing is acknowledging a transition that's been happening for a while.
The Unwritten: Mingus is, as you've probably already guessed, the winged cat.

And Giles petting a winged cat.
