On the heels of summer! The verdant fields burn in the fire of the crimson sky; the yard is once again filled with sonic healing, and we saved you a seat.
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$10 suggested donation at the door // cash or venmo
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°π - a distant flickering in an otherwise dimless void. the winking star shoots you a glance & the pain previously locked in the tension of your muscles releases; a cavalcade of childhood memories, some sad, all beautiful, erupt to color the night sky.
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½π - a stick drags and catches in the grooves of the concrete. you can already tell that this paperclip & string isn't going to catch anything, but the ritual of finding complete solitude on the bank of the river bears too much fruit of its own to not carry out.
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Ίπ - suddenly the radio flicks on, its playing a song you haven't heard in forever, can't remember the name, but a crackling familiar love fills the empty spaces previously imbued with cold lonely.
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We aim to create a safe & respectful environment for everyone who attends, so please treat the space and those around you like your own. BYOB // smoke in the back!
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Samsara is the wheel; the cycle of life & death, joy & suffering that we all experience in waves. I borrowed this name as an exaltation of community β that the way around is together. Our backyard venue is an offering of camaraderie on this great wheel of Samsara.