It’s been a week and a half since the utopian bubble that is the Wood Festival. On the way home back to Birmingham by train on the Sunday night, I could still feel the warm glow of belonging to the (albeit temporary) Wood community: people brought together by love of music, of the earth, of creativity, of shared experience. Then I reached the cold, sterile surroundings of the ‘new’ New Street station and gradually that feeling was replaced by the need to get home without any of my belongings going missing.
This was one of my musical highlights of the weekend – the wonderful Wood Brothers, headlining on the Saturday night:
I’m always a little disappointed that the real world isn’t the same as the Wood world. That people don’t say hello as you walk past. That people don’t burst in to spontaneous song round campfires. That people don’t let their kids run around in fields barefoot, chasing bubbles with wooden swords.
And it got me thinking that, maybe, a little bit of that Wood spirit can continue through our lives in the months between Woods and we can refuel it each year when we return. And, maybe, that’s the point.
So, wherever you are, say ‘Hello’ to the people that walk down your road.
Find a green space that you can lie or dance or sing in. (This is mine).
Learn how to make felt flowers.
And give yourself a day every so often with your phone switched off.
Keep the Wood fire burning until the next time.