I had not gone to Shakori Hills Grassroots Festival a few weeks back looking for joy. In part I went to at least briefly escape some lingering and unimagined consequences of Mona’s death. In part I went as a necessary pilgrimage in the process of restoring self. Mostly, though, I went for the music, the lineup of musicians at Shakori – including Donna the Buffalo and the Duhks – ideal to enjoy with an old friend with whom I’ve recently become reacquainted – myself.
In a column for WNC Parenting years back, I wrote that it’s impossible to listen to Donna the Buffalo’s music and not be happy. So moments of happiness weren’t unexpected. But while a close cousin of joy, happiness is not joy and joy was not expected. [Read more…]