The Art of Busking

On any given day on Grafton Street in Dublin, if you pay attention, there are talented (and not so talented) street performers, or buskers.  (or in New York, Moscow, and even Charlottesville, VA for that matter)  People who just want to sing, or play, or perform, and they’re not waiting for an inside venue or traditional booking.  They just put themselves out there, play or sing their heart out, and hope for the drop of some money into their cases or hats afterwards.  As a musician, I am fascinated by busking; I’ve always wanted to try it, but have been hesitant.  I mean, what if everyone just walks by and no-one listens?  What does that do to you as a performer?  I think it takes a brave and fearless type person to busk, and I admire them.  🙂

These two pictures show two groups that we saw in Dublin.  The “statue” guys would freeze into a position and hold it as long as it took.  As soon as someone dropped a coin or money into their jar, they would move into their next frozen spot.  People would talk to them and try to get them to laugh or move, but these guys were good.  We watched them a long time, and talked with them when they went on break.  They had worked and backpacked their way all across Europe just by performing their act on the city streets in the country they were in.  Super cool.

BML

This duo called themselves “BML” and performed well-known songs on dual electric fiddles.  They were very accomplished, and sold quite a few of their CD’s in the 15 minutes that we watched them.

So, who knows, one of these days maybe I’ll work up the courage to take myself to the Charlottesville downtown mall, and set up my stuff and sing away.  Or maybe not.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Two Sheep

Here are two lovely sheep, one which is all white, and one with a black face.  Although I feel that the white sheep is nice looking and exceedingly content in eating her grass, my preference is definitely for the black-faced sheep.  I love contrast, and the black and white together is wonderful.  I also love that these two sheep are hanging out together, oblivious to their differences.  (And, so into their dinner that they don’t mind a close-up photograph :))

The contrasts in this life make life so much more rich and full.  A brilliant sun breaking through a cloudy day.  A beautiful voice singing as they stock the shelves in Walmart.  A yellow apple in the midst of all the red ones.  The first shoots of green grass re-emerging after the winter amidst the brown.  An unexpected hug coming in the midst of a hard day.

May your day have beautiful contrasts and differences and quirks.  Enjoy them! Slainte, Lisa

Flawed But Beautiful

The two dogwood trees have flaws.  There are hollow spots in the trunk, yet the trees are still blooming, producing leaves.  They are still beautiful.  They still provide wonderful shade while I’m waiting for Amy to get off the bus; one of them has a bird’s nest nestled in the branches.

Yesterday, I talked briefly with an older gentleman sitting on a bench outside Walmart as I was leaving.  We talked about the sun coming back out and other weather-related discussion.  I noticed a cast on his arm, and asked if he had broken it.  He told me of trouble he had had with his skin as he was aging, and said, “I looked in the mirror this morning and almost broke it.”  He laughed halfheartedly, but I said, “We all see things in the mirror that we don’t like sometime, but I think you look great.”  He smiled and we said goodbye.

Flawed but still beautiful.  We all have our things, things we would change or fix or erase or improve.  But our God sees us as His creations, beautiful children that He has made and that He loves.  He can still use us, despite our flaws, hollow spots,  failings.  Thank goodness.    Have a beautiful autumn weekend.  Slainte, Lisa

“I can do everything through him who gives me strength.”  (Philippians 4: 13)

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”  (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Waiting for Mom

This face says it all.  I had been in this music store in Doolin for over an hour, drooling and looking and generally coveting all the wonderful whistles and music books contained within.  He tried to hang with me for a while, but his seven year old self finally took to the window in a sulk.  My husband captured this wonderful picture for posterity.  🙂

Aren’t pictures great?  They can take you back in time in one instant, just by seeing them.  And think of all the things we have yet to take pictures of, to experience, to delight in God’s stuff…what a wonderful life.  Thankful, Lisa

“As Kind As Summer”

Some of you know that I’m re-reading “The Hobbit” by Tolkien.  Bilbo and company have just left Rivendell, and are heading out past the Edge of the Wild.  A description of Elrond, the chief elf at Rivendell, struck me.  Tolkien said he was “as kind as summer.”  Sometimes words just hit you, and the way that they are ordered and phrased play around in your mind.

As kind as summer:

cooling breeze on a sweltering day

running outside without shoes and coats

splashing in an obliging ocean or pool

sipping a cool drink on a shady porch in a rocking chair

holding hands outside gazing at the stars

having time to lay back and just relax

greens and blues and yellow sun, white puffy clouds

picnics on blankets and looking for four-leaf clovers afterwards

a break from normal

As autumn is here, it’s kind of nice to look fondly back at the summer we had, and the summer we will look forward to returning.   Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy the changing colors, and kicking the leaves, and sipping on a warm tea.  Slainte, Lisa

….If you have any words to share about “kind summer”, please do.  🙂