Tuesday, August 17, 2004

There used to be a Buddhist monk who would walk around town banging a drum. It's a flat handheld sort of drum like the one that Phoebe Barr used to use in dance class while we ran, ran, leaped, ran, ran, leaped, etc. He dressed in white loose clothing, baggy bottoms, with a yellow sashy sort of covering. He walked all over town, steadily beating the drum at a brisk pace, clearly enjoying himself. What he was doing was blessing everyone, I think.

He's back. I saw him today talking to a man in a pickup truck. I'm glad that he's back. I'll take blessings however they come.