A friend asked me what I expected from the Wild Goose Festival. This was my first time attending Wild goose and I didn’t really know what to expect. Inspiration, fun, ideas, encouragement, like minds; all this and more. But really, my first answer was connections. I wanted to connect.
I have always been an introvert but it seems that as my eyes grow weaker, my “I’s” (in the Myers-Briggs sense of that term) have been getting stronger. So I knew that this expectation of Wild Goose was going to be a challenge for me. But I was determined to seek out new connections.
We had decided to make a journey of this trip so we drove from Scottsdale across the country to North Carolina. All the way there I was thinking about how to approach these new people and strike up conversations. The long drive was good for my introvert introspections. We finally arrived, found our parking spot and crossed the street into the festival grounds. I was excited for the festivities and terrified by the prospect of two thousand people I didn’t know.
I was delighted to discover that besides being there to hear music and dance and to interact with experts like Phyllis Tickle and Brian McLaren, most of the participants there were also eager to meet and share the common experience of the Wild Goose Festival. Whereas striking up a random conversation in a coffee house usually proceeds rather cautiously, each making sure that the other is neither selling something nor a deranged lunatic seeking to kidnap you, interactions at Wild Goose seem to begin with the presumption that we are all friends and more or less are all there for the same reasons. In other words, just by being there we started on common ground.
I met a young man in graduate school for religious studies, another in Ph. D. program for writing, a videographer, more than one artist; people from the Carolinas, Georgia, New York, and even South Africa. Not everyone was on the same page theologically or religiously or politically but everybody was willing to engage in conversations about more than the weather (yes, it did rain a lot!). We were all there to talk about things that matter, to share where our lives offered us joy and meaning, to find far-flung friends. Somehow the story or person of Jesus brought these far-flung people together, though they tell the story in many different ways and know the person of Jesus in as rich a variety as the people themselves. It was truly a festival celebrating the joyous Spirit who was winging her way through her beloved family.