There is a Gord

My... feet... they're so... Light! I'm floating!

Okay, maybe not floating. It feels a bit more like bobbing, soaring, and diving. Blimp-like. Zeppelinesque? Whatever. It's the annual Lightfoot tribute hangover, after two years, I guess I've gotten used to it.

Actually, this time around there's more than just a hollow feeling about returning to work with the rest of the normal people. There's also a sense of satisfaction in a job well done, now that the trilogy has been enacted.

I feel like this year, we wrapped it up somehow, artistically speaking. We took that loving feeling that has been the beauty of the past two versions, and extended it over 9 days and 4 cities. We somehow brought the thing up and out of the realm of how much we missed Gord, through how much we were glad to have him back, to just how great the songs are. How great the land is. How deep the love is, in songs and in words.

What's next, I don't know. But I think that somehow, what began as a tribute to a man and his music has become a celebration of a land and its stories. I hope for next year that we can begin to explore that deeper, vaster space.

May our feet be Light on that trail...