Today I love new shores on friendly lakes. I love being on the road early on Saturday mornings when there’s something fun to do. I love paddling with the Grey Bruce Dragon Boat Club especially when we’re representing in a festival like the one today in Barrie. I love that we won our drive by surviving. I love that we won our first heat. I love that my 58 year old heart didn’t explode and I love that it was pounding true and strong. I love being on the water and feeling the power of a team that paddles with passionate determination. If we never win another heat today I’ll love the way this team is stoked up right now. I love that this park is packed with partying paddlers who are panting or prepping or passing the time pacificaly by passively pausing and pondering performance past and potential, precipitous to future performance. I love that paddling makes me an aliterate. I love making up words that already have their own obvious meanings. I love words more than water and Iove water as much as I love life.
Today I love that last night I got to see and hear my friend Cody Zevenburgen open a show, and I got to see Tragedy Ann close that same show. I love that my friend, Shawna Caspi, was the sweet filling in the middle of the show, like the stuffing in an Oreo cookie. I love that the filling had so much feeling. I love that I got a copy of Shawna’s new CD and that she signed it with a reference to this blog. I love listening to Shawna’s music on my sound system, but nothing beats listening to her live. I love that so much of my life is taken up by music and it has brought me the acquaintance of many fine and noble performers. I love that it makes my own musicianship easier because I need only emulate the class of the musicians I respect and I know I am being someone I can respect as well. Thank you, Shawna, for that and for the music.
Today I love this perfect weather. I love how well organized this regatta is. I love being active and happy and out in the fresh air. I love that I have no fear of the stage or of water, but I suspect that my state of anticipation before a race is similar to what some musicians feel before performing.
Today I love sipping coffee on the shores of lake Simcoe and watching the competition, ’cause we can’t see them when we’re racing unless we stop and look backward.