After all day at the folk fest, I’m wiped out. Too tired for a reasonable, decent, glad report. If you missed it, I’m sorry you did. It’s magical, our festival, it’s right by the ocean, cradled by mountains and lakes and forest and city, all at once. It’s the only event in Vancouver where I regularly look around me and think, “this city is beautiful”. I’m going back again today, to sit and listen to music and dance as much as possible. I don’t expect to be home until tomorrow.
I was part of the lantern procession last night, I carried a heart made all of fire, and dipped it over children and held it over the heads of smiling couples. I think I changed a little girl’s life last night, she looked as if I had shown her the moon.