I conceived of this blog about two weeks ago: while walking through Zurich on a lovely Spring Saturday before 10:00 in the morning.
Around 9:00, I first heard and then watched a choir of Alp Horn players on the dock at Burkliplatz. Standing in a row, eight lederhosen-clad, edelweiss-decorated men sounded horns slowly together to echo in a strange, melodic way on the hills around the lake. They must sound even more magical when summoning spirits in the Alps.
A few minutes later, a few blocks up the Bahnofstrasse, I heard a swing band. Fifteen brass instruments I would say, all men over 60 I would bet. Really together. A small crowd gathered holding coffee and tapping toes. Clapping between songs.
Then I headed for my favorite market to buy fresh bread and whatever latest olives were ripe.
And to the normal grocery store for basics, to the eyeglass store for contacts, to my office to drop off stuff needed there, home to stash the rest away.
Before 10 in the morning, I heard two little concerts, got an hour of exercise walking about the lake, finished my errands and enjoyed more than one cup of coffee in the sun (the last on my balcony).
I felt so alive and grateful. I wondered why 10 in the morning doesn't always feel so alive during the week? Why can't it? I even start earlier those days...
Ah, but I'm not always so open. Not always so free to wander with my time. Often focused in a beeline for the next project and to do list.
Which explains where my blog got lost too.
I'm back now to a coffee stop in the mornings. Or a hot chocolate. An open start with a wandering creative mind. A week of it now.
Tonight it is just before 10. I feel centered again already and eager to see what "before 10" tomorrow will bring.
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