Last weekend I performed for the Eagle Festival in Concrete, Washington. THis was my first festival performance in a while. I was nervous, but not unduly so. I brought two musicians with me and we wove the story with music and went on for two hours without a break to an utterly rapt audience. We had never rehearsed the whole thing in toto (just blocked it out). Nice experience and we will all be paid; they put us up in a fantastic cabin out in the woods. We each had our own bedroom and bath with a great common room and well-stocked kitchen. Views of forest and river and mountains (though mostly it was snowing and they couldn't be seen).I brought wine and wine glasses and treats, so afterwards we had a great party--just the three of us--talking about religion, art, conservation and ecology, and future programming. I had no problems with my memory or energy in doing this program [I had practised ahead of time, of course]. We all had a lot of fun. The Subaru drove me home without a hitch, despite an ice storm in Mount Vernon.
I can see a cat outside the window who is a twin to our late cat, Minou. I called Minou's name through the glass, and I know her look-alike heard. I could see her looking about. But it is good not to have a cat because songbirds are having such a tough time. We are feeding so many birds now--we have two galvanized garbage cans full of bird food on our porch, and we feed them every day. I get suet every week from the butcher. It feels right to do that, but I miss having a purry-furry-feline in my lap as I read on cold winter nights.
A huge number of geese just flew by, honking like mad while flapping. They say if you can still talk while exercising you're not overdoing. So as magnificent as I find their achievement, I guess it's all in a day's work for them.
I will leave for India in 15 days!