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Adara Din’s Something Tribal This Way Comes 2014 Solo.


You have NO idea how excited I am for this.   đŸ™‚

Something Tribal, Something Tribal, Something Tribal….

So tired… so busy…

Not only do I have to navigate the busy that is “The Holidays”, but I have Something Tribal coming up.

December is crunch-time.
Vendors need to be set.
Sponsors need to be set.
Advertisers and advertisements need to be set.


We have a show this weekend, then we’re off a week, then we have a show on the 28th.

I’ve been thoroughly neglecting myself in all this and I need time… and space.
I need a quiet place for reflection and meditation.
I need a nap.

Here’s to serenity, my lost friend.
Here’s to sleep.
Here’s to taking a little time
To finally counting sheep.

Good night, internet friends!

According to Wikipedia (and other online sources)
“Imbolc or Imbolg (pronounced i-MOLK or i-MOLG ), also called (Saint) Brighid’s Day is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring. Most commonly it is held on 31 January–1 February, or halfway between the winter solstice and the Spring equinox.

In Christianity, 1 February is observed as the feast day of Saint Brighid, especially in Ireland. There, some of the old customs have survived and it is celebrated as a cultural event by some. Since the 20th century, Celtic neopagans and Wiccans have observed Imbolc, or something based on Imbolc, as a religious holiday.”

A Christian prayer to St. Brigid
Saint Brigid
You were a woman of peace.
You brought harmony where there was conflict.
You brought light to the darkness.
You brought hope to the downcast.
May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious,
and may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world.
Inspire us to act justly and to reverence all God has made.
Brigid you were a voice for the wounded and the weary.
Strengthen what is weak within us.
Calm us into a quietness that heals and listens.
May we grow each day into greater wholeness in mind, body and spirit.

From “The Unicorn Garden”

In the Scottish Highlands and Islands the rebirth of nature is celebrated on Candlemas, or St Bride’s Day on 1 February. The tradition has weakened but the same feast has been celebrated since time immemorial. At its height, bonfires were lit on hilltops and there would be a festival with some young maid crowned with candles and honoured in Brigid’s stead. Candles were lit in every window and homes in the Isles were decorated with early flowers and greenery. Bride’s Crosses or Wheels were woven from corn and hung around the house.

Women would also make a crib with a mattress of corn and hay. They called it Bride’s Bed and into it they tucked under a blanket a straw doll representing Bride, and beside her a wooden club. The crib was laid near the door surrounded by glowing candles. Food and drink were laid on the table and a decorated chair set by the hearth. Then just before they went to bed, the women of the house would call out three times: ‘Bride is come, Bride is welcome!’ Or they would go to the door and cry out into the night for Bride to enter their house.

On the morning following Candlemas, everyone would search the ashes of the hearth, hoping to find an impression of Bride’s club. If they did it was the sign that they would have prosperity and a good crop in the coming year. The weather that day was also watched closely because, as the old saying has it:

If Candlemas day be fair and bright, Winter will have another flight.
If Candlemas day be shower and rain, Winter is gone and will not come again.”

This, actually, makes me pretty happy. We got a fair amount of snow yesterday. Hopfeully, this means we should have an early spring.

I like to look up prayers to Brigid, both Christian and Pagan. Seeing the devotion of others is comforting to me.
But I have my own little prayer. It makes me feel like I am connecting on another level.

Sweet Brigid,
I light this candle for you.
As the flame burns, so does my devotion.
You are strong, and thus am I.
Through you I shall love as you love,
help those who cannot help themselves
and care for the weak.
I will do good as is right.
Blessed be.

It isn’t always word for word, but the message is always the same – Love on another, show compassion.

This weekend was a BIG deal for me.
Not only was Something Tribal a big production for my troupe but I was recently “promoted” to assistant director of KCDC. So I was representing myself as a dancer and a Sohalia Tribal troupe member, but also as a KCDC troupe member. I danced with my Sohalia troupe AND with Tasha & Wendy at the big Gala show. It was exhilarating and awesome.

Opening Act

KCDC & Wendy Allen

Getting crafty!

I’m finally building my first ever coin bra!

I’ve done tribaret-style bras before. I even attempted AmCab – unsuccessfully.
But this will be my first really, really for-realsies ATS bra.

I am really excited, but also under a HUGE time crunch.
I need to finish it by next weekend (Jan 31).

I took me about an hour to hand-stitch the left side fabric trim. I figure it should be about the same for the right side.
Ok, there’s two hours.
Now figure in the coins. There aren’t many, probable 6-8 on each side. And the large medallion in the center. Plus some chain that will drape the cups themselves (but not drape down into my stomach).
And I have to add new straps.
My guess is 8-10 hours total. Which is what I expected.
I’ll have a good chunk of time this weekend to work on it, so, hopefully, I can get the majority of it finished, if not the whole thing, then.

Coin Bra mockup

10 Days.

Holy crap, we have 10 days.

10 days to pick music, 10 days to reherse, 10 days to get the rest of everything situated.

Holy crap.

I want this to go smoothly. I need this to be successful.
otherwise, why have we been working so hard?

Something Tribal has been Tasha’s baby. We’ve worked very hard to get the little details done. Clearing up the nuances of dance movements, perfecting technique… ::sigh::
I’ve so excited to dance with Wendy Allen of FatChanceBellyDance, and to be a part of Something Tribal. But I can feel a little stress starting the set in, and I know Tasha is super-stressed (in part, because her mother-in-law temporarily moved into their home).

We’ve had someone try to sabotage the event – stealing vendors (trying to) for their own event that is still weeks away. I get the imporession that someone has been trash-
talking Tasha, too. She doesn’t like to gossip, but I know there is a history with a gal from a former troupe that has not been so kind to her.

In all this, I am still really stoked for SomethingTribal.
We managed to pick up some advertisers and vendors, we’ve had some generous donors give so that others may attend.
But… I wish I could get one BIG sponsor. Something that would really help us break even. No, I don’t expect us to make money this year, or even next; it’s only our first year, and that is the nature of running events such as this. I have plans for next year, and sponsor letters will be going out in October, rather than November/December. I have a bigger list than this year, too, as peolpe started making recommendations to me. Yay!

I was really stressed last night about all of this, and I wanted to speak to the Lady. But no dreams came last night.
My guess is that this is something I must do on my own.
She’ll let me know if soomething isn’t right.


PS… it’s still damn cold here.

I feel bad for my friends in Duluth.

Holy. Crap.

I need to preface this by saying that I really do enjoy the holidays.

I really hate the holidays.
I am exhausted. I can’t get normal, every day-type errands done because people at the malls and in the grocery stores are so damn angsty.
I just want to yell, “Chill the fuck out, dudes. It’s not that bad.” and “For the love of Pete, lady, put your child on a leash before it runs out into traffic and gets run over.” and “Young lady, I cannot imagine why on Earth you think it’s ok to speak to your mother like that, but I swear to gawd if you don’t stop I right now, I will find out how to get a hold of your Grandmother and I guarantee she will put a stop to this.”

What. Thefuck. Is wrong with people?

Another thing that I dislike about this time of year is that I always seem to be sick. And it’s not usually a stressed out kind of sick. Typically, it’s an allergy-based sick. All the scented candles and pinecones kill me (I am allergic to artificial fragrances, so yes, it could potentially kill me). Also, the cold weather makes people slather on cologne and perfume heavier than usual. Ick.

This year, though, for the first time in well over a decade, I have the flu. This wouldn’t be a problem, except that everyone else in my department (read: 2 of 3 people) was out Monday and today. That left me handling my job, some of my boss’s job and a part of the other gal’s job. Fortunately, it was slow-ish due to the holiday. But I’m already kind of busy, so throwing on even a bit is draining. Topping that with a pretty sweet, low and raspy voice and the occasionall oh-so-sexy sniffle and BAM! Worst Christmas Eve ever.

Thankfully, my office mates are amazing. They made me tea, steared clear of my office unless necessary, and pretty much left me alone.
Today was much the same: Tea in the morning, left alone all day. But I didn’t get to leave 2 hours early today – which was fine, I had shit to do.

I’m just tired and sore. And I feel like my throat is actually trying to escape.
Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever coughed so hard that I have simultaneously needed to puke AND pee at the same time (and almost did! Sorry, TMI, huh?)

Onwards and upwards!

I got a new vendor to sign on for Something Tribal, which is super exciting. I would really have like to get more – or some sponsors.
If any of you want to ride the awesome Tribal train that is Something Tribal This Way Comes, we have a few days left for vending, advertising, and sponsorship registration. There are also a few days left to get in on the early bird workshop pricing. It’s going to be a super time, and I am SO STOKED to meet Wendy Allen.