(Are there reasons to go to a juggling festival?)
You had me at, "Hello."
(Initial Festival reaction)
The Sense of Arrival.
(Out on the floor with registration behind you, you look around amongst all those other jugglers. You've arrived.)
Talent is the difference between walking through an open door and walking into an open door.
(You'll come out of a festival more talented than you entered.)
(As you might see so many doing amazing things, don't just watch. Join in and do your own thing.)
'Invisibility' has more eyes than most potatoes.
(There is a certain beauty in being part of such a talented and creative group. Blending into the blur of jugglers is easily done at a festival.)
Sand Castles at High Tide.
(You may learn something or many things new. Don't let your memory fail you later. Take down notes or share the trick with a friend. Don't leave the new ideas and tricks behind you.)
A jillion is just three zeros from a kajillion.
(You might find yourself next to a talented juggler, and realize he was where you are, not that long ago.)
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
(Walk out on to the floor and meet a new friend. Open juggling reveals. )
No problem, this month has no 'R' in it.
(Loosen up on those regulations and tighten down on the opportunity of the spontaneous moment at hand. Enjoy. )
If you want to catch a tiger, you have to go to the tiger's cave .
(Within the festival event are those juggling enjoyments we seldom get to do and watch done.)
You can not catch mad cow from a donut.
(It is mighty important time to enjoy yourself. Safety is now a close second.)
Double on a Twelve with the dealer showing a Six..
(It is time to take a chance on a win-win situation.)
... and it lies between the pit of man's fear,
and the summit of his knowledge.
(At twilight, we juggle fire.)
The eye doctor placed a sign in his window that read,
"For people who can't see over-paying for eye glasses."
Blitz, Blitz, Ballroom Blitz
(Open juggling makes the music kick a bit better.)
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Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends!
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin' here?