You might have noticed I go to Nanaimo a lot these days; it’s to visit nomadic-soul/circus-freak/super-cutie Leona. She grew up in wee little coastal communities, often van travelling with her family, and still enjoys sleeping in the back of her truck with her dog Samson when they’re on the road. She makes beautiful masks, animal hats, scarves, all sorts of things. She juggles and stilt walks and clowns around in front of crowds of strangers. She’s planning to build an earth-bag cottage on Lasqueti Island. Amazing all-around. Here she is, playing with fire on Friday night.