An incredible thing happened in Red Rock this past weekend. Denise, one of the hard-working festival volunteers, had somehow found on this site a diary entry I had written last year called Rembering the Rock. She had then showed it to a few of the organizers of the festival, and to my surprise and delight, they asked me if I would read the piece from the main stage during the closing ceremonies.
What a strange and beautiful honour it was, on another long hot timeless summer day, to say my own words out loud for the first time, and to hear them boom out over the crowd and back into my own ears as if they were bouncing off the rusty cliffs to the north, echoing across both distance and time.
I got a pretty good lump in my throat, standing there at the microphone, and a lot of hearty handshakes and slaps on the back when I came down off the stage. The best way I can sum it up is to say they seemed to feel I had said a blessing, and yet it felt to me like I was the one being blessed.
This is the very heart of music and what it’s all about. To all those hard working, music loving, caring creators of community up in Red Rock and elsewhere, thank you for making and for sharing with us these sacred places where we can safely show our hearts.