Eve in the Treetops

Treetop havens, follow the flowers up twisted staircases to cosy home spaces. I like my head in these places, warm faces, cheery conversations of shamanic hallucinogens, perception changing fruit, Bolivian drum making, balloon blowing. Where can a soul receive more light than a place that when you enter... you leave.

Welcoming bowers, a sure cure for wintry chills. An event staged with an eyeline to the clouds. Get a heartfelt hug, bowl of mulled wine, homemade honey, happy bees and fill the air with the scent of a Peruvian vine. Glowing smiles, rugged up skin, here they come, one by one, kick off your boots, drop your gift ‘neath the didge tree, grab a djembe and settle for Christmas Eve.

Bamboo matted floors, drums and triangles, bells and melodic chimes, harps and rain makers, free-range gift exchange, international multilingual music makers, roll it all together and you’ve got a magical, musical time spender..high in the sky on a December eve.

** Merry Christmas **