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DENARE BEACH, Saskatchewan - 649 miles north of Bismarck, North Dakota
day 12 and day 13
june 12 and 13

now i must play a little catch-up because yesterday slipped by undocumented.
i was in deep preparation for the house concert at Buz and Sarah's last night, sitting all day in the cabin, singing and playing and mulling and musing and working
a shifting set list, negotiating the demands of the two guitars i have on this trip, Bella and Delilah. the concert was well attended and a joy for all, including me. my first time before an audience in Canada, singing here at the edge of the known world.

(this blogging leaves me a bit breathless, staying abreast of my days, showing up with even a sentence of two to give a taste of where i've been and what i've done)

today, i was quite spent as i often am after a performance.
i suppose those people who tour all the time are trained in the marathon, they pace themselves, use their energy wisely. that is SO not me. i spurt and sputter and burn fiercely with my full candle power. that is the way i know to give what i give.
stand at the top of the slope, push off with my poles then fly wildly down the slope.
the job of performing is like completing an electrical circuit, hooking up with the audience so that we are all buzzing and flowing in more or less the same direction at the same time. this is thrilling and also exhausting.

i slept incredibly late (for me) then went out with Andrew and Sarah for a four hour kayak paddle. maybe my third ever and i loved it, bouncing along in a pointy bathtub out on the blue blue water, getting close enough to loons to see the iridescence of their magnificent green collars, feeling the punch of the paddle in the waves.

it was truly the first day of summer here and every inch of this place responded to it. trees sprouted leaves. people wore shorts. boats got put into the water. gardens got tended. they live with an AWFUL lot of dark and cold so these LONG hours of sunlight and the warmth, when it finally comes, are not taken for granted but truly celebrated.