It is Monday morning and we are on the train traveling east towards Tokyo, from Kanazawa. A misty rain is falling outside and we are threading our way through the mountains, past isolated small settlements of homes surrounded by rice paddies and gardens. We just completed a run of 3 successful concerts in 3 days and there is a sense of well-earned rest among the cast as we look forward to a couple of days off.
Our little troupe will spend the trip sleeping, listening to music and reading.
The beauty of this life is that there is a sense of completion. A sort of cleansing sensation that something is truly “over” and there is nothing that needs to be done. This is in contrast to real life where most things - marriage, children, health and finances to name but four - are never “finished” in any real sense. They are managed but never done. When a concert is over it is over - and that feels really good.
