13/09/2026
Woke up from a nap, decompressing from the most magical weekend at Wicked Woodsโฆ and in my dream, I was right back there.
Back at camp. Getting ready to wander out into the woods, to witness the magic and music and wild creativity poured into this place by so many unbelievably talented friends โ old and new.
Woke up with that tiny ache you get after a really beautiful unconscious state โ when you wish you could close your eyes and slip right back in.
Then I rememberedโฆ the most magical part wasnโt a dream at all.
The honour of standing on stage beside my love, Aaron Brown / Illustrator โ a stage born from his beautiful mind โ and sing some original music and lyrics that began somewhere inside my own.
Thereโs something almost impossible for me to put into words about that. Our art meeting each other there. Us meeting each other there. The best part of the dream was the part I actually got to live out loud.
(Didnโt get any footage cept this shot right before the portal was opened. Classic form.)
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who built, played, inspired, created, got soaked, kept going and made this little world exist. Not just last weekend, but all year round. Thank you for giving all that you do, and for making it a little less scary to step out of my comfort zone. ๐
The Portal ๐๏ธโ๐จ๏ธ and fam ๐คโจ
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Wicked Woods
Heart so full.
Sweet little dreams. โจ๐ฒ