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The Trumpeter on the Square

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There is this gentleman who plays his trumpet every morning in the town square. My office is quite close so I am able to enjoy his playing, sometimes religious hymns, sometimes patriotic music, clearly, he plays what he likes. I can feel the energy flowing through his music, I feel it entering my energy field, causing my spirit to soar. It is a good way to start the workday.

One Friday morning, I was swirling in the vortex, my vibration was high and I was feeling like something good was going to happen to me. I arrived at work and a few minutes later began hearing the trumpet. It felt closer than usual so I decided to take a walk outside to see if I could meet the player. I spied him under a tent, concentrating on playing his notes. I walked up quietly and stood, listening to the music and feeling myself being carried away by the energy he was giving off. His brow was beaded with sweat and his cheeks puffed out and he tried his best to play a perfect piece. It was not perfect, he made a few mistakes but it was the most beautiful piece of trumpet playing I ever heard. I knew in that moment that the ‘good thing that was going to happen to me today’ was meeting this guy.

I introduced myself when he was done and thanked him for his music. His eyes lit up and he explained to me that music was his life. He was retired and was so happy to be alive and free that he had no choice but to show it. He said to me, “People think that I am crazy for coming here every morning to play my horn, but I am not. I am happy. I am blessed and I am giving thanks.”

His energy was like that of a young child, pure, innocent, and exuberant. It washed over me, enveloping me in its stream, I was grateful for the experience.

As I walked back to my office, I thought of how many times we do not allow ourselves to feel happy and blessed. We get so caught up in life in this physical plane that we forget that we are spirits having a human experience and we ought not to take it so seriously.

We should stop and listen to the music, feel the energy of an old soul, envelop ourselves in the goodness of the universe, and give thanks.