Dear Vi,
Last Friday Sam and walked a well-worn trail along the side of the Yukon River in Dawson City.
The city was preparing for the annual Dawson City Music Festival. Facing the river, we could hear the echo of a band bouncing back at us from the opposite shore.. 
It sounded as though the very rocks and trees were singing.
Above the trail is another: a double -decker trail along the top of the dike that protects the town from spring flooding. It boasts some lovely places to sit.
Life is slow at the moment… these past weeks…these past months. 
Here at the top of the world I search out the internet in interesting locations. The library, the airport, parked in my truck before the laundry at a motel down the street.
The internet up here is as slow as I am. It takes several long minutes to load each picture.
I’ve decided it’s time to start querying for an agent to represent Holding Space again.
Like me, it has languished too long. 
What have you let languish?
Unpacking boxes. Dealing with my business GST return. Rearranging the furniture in my room to get a more useful flow. Hanging art. Planning my half-aborted “tour” in November… So many projects languishing. But I sure enjoy your Dawson meanderings!
I love the picture of the Yukon Rose. I imagine her as a new vessel, proudly owned by someone, going up and down the river, the coast, wherever she wants to go. Languish. Yes, sometimes we do languish, but sometimes we need to. Not as in wither, droop, die, but as in relax, let life happen, let go of old things so new things can come in. We need rest, we need renewal. Then we can get up and go again, but first … rest.
Looks so peaceful…