Good morning!
It’s Monday, and a fresh new week sits before us. To help set our course, I’m sharing an audio recording of what passed through our street yesterday. With no warning, the most joyful music began to play. I rushed to the balcony in time to see a man in hat and suspenders pushing a small barrel organ down the middle of the street. He had a friend (also in hat and suspenders) collecting the coins and bills that people were tossing down to them.
When they reached the end of the street, the door to the bistro on the corner opened and the manager waved them over. I assumed he was telling them to get lost, but no. He was inviting them inside. Soon I could hear strains of “La Vie en Rose” with voices singing along and cheering at the end.
“The world is its own magic.”
—Shunryu Suzuki
Onwards into the magic,
Clara
November 14, 2022