tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025355312720857456.post231523285494713217..comments2023-02-23T09:24:01.219+00:00Comments on Life and Faith: Beauty is where you find itDan Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13065774459407620529noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025355312720857456.post-22610945592952288012012-03-18T22:55:32.467+00:002012-03-18T22:55:32.467+00:00"What is this life if full of care we have no..."What is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare........."<br />The poem by William Henry Davies says it all without adding that those who go through life with eyes and ears closed to beauty are only half alive.<br />I was on holiday in Cracow and Prague some years ago. it was shortly after the fall of communism in Eastern Europe.<br />As a consequence there was no longer state support for musicians and everywhere we went, in every public square, open space, railway station etc., there were 1st class musicians 'busking' as the only means of survival.<br />Unlike the musician in your story, there were appreciative crowds of shop workers, stall holders, ordinary passers-by, all of whom not only applauded but also threw money into the hats or instrument cases open on the ground.<br />Perhaps the reaction you record was peculiar to <br />Washington.Ray Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09209429097744326143noreply@blogger.com