Mujitsu and Tairaku's Shakuhachi BBQ

One year ago I almost died. I had a stroke in the car and was shipped, thanks to my wife, to Mayo clinic. I spent a  month there plus three weeks. I couldn't write, talk, make any sense. I played shakuhachi, There was no hurry -- the sound reached out through me. I had a deep realization of what sound WAS. Gradually I've learned to play even better than before, with a spiritual core.

I now teach. Teaching is very arduous, carefully choosing words, The language isn't quite there, but I feel the rhythm, the magic.

Oh yes, there was a child named Julian. He was born when I was three and a half months (the Mayo clique) and could hardly talk. Now he is an angel, and I definitely communicate with him. And thanks to my wife, Lara.

So now:

Thanks to the shakuhachi world for all the kindness and goodness! I feel as though I have been blessed by all the wonderful people here!!!