Could it be that a deeper meaning is found to life by being a branch on a tree: by joining in with something larger than the individual? Judging from the happiness that spread from each venue of the National Folk Festival in Canberra over Easter, this has to be a distinct possibility. This was a community in action.
Tripping the light fantastic was a favoured past-time: from Scottish Reels, to Colonial Sets, through Dutch Crossings, and via Argentinian Tangos to English Morris Dancers. Faces beamed with delight, even as they flushed with effort all the while converting strangers to friends.