Day Thirty-One

This was the day a bit of raindancing happened. We drove to Gembrook and took Asher and Jaye with us. Our dancing was not for rain like the Red Indians might do it, but because the rain came. The day was massively hot and as darkness arrived our little party, waiting for the new year, was treated to lightening flashes on the horizon. And it all came upon us in a rush. It was a rush. There was the strong cold wind, and then the rain. So before we saw in the new year we just upped the tempo and made it all very religious.

Even Peter danced a bit before he felt it was worth catching some of the action with his camera. Bec and Gord were real stayers on the dance floor and danced till the end. To dance this night you had to not care how you looked and how wet you got... like saturated. It was a spiritual return to nature.

Now not everybody went raindancing so those who opped out had stories read to them for a time. This was a very memorable last few hours till the clock reached midnight, and... Well, that is a blog for 2010, not this one.

Now Peter wants to apologise for swamping those of you who follow this blog with thirty-one of them. This was just an experiment, probably never to be repeated. Six to Twelve blogs a month is in the right range and so this month was overly excessive. Do have a blessed year ahead, and all our love.