Hi All, I’m back in NYC now after being away for five weeks. What an amazing life journey it’s been visiting family and friends (old and new). On this momentarily blip in life, I’ve had the opportunity to play the shakuhachi during some of the richest moments of the human experience, from the passing of a dear friend’s father to playing for a newborn as he’s starting to focus his eyes. On these dramatically disparate moments in life, I can feel how the flute speaks filter-less from my heart. One can call it self indulgence (or delusion), but I can honestly say that blowing the shakuhachi with a pure intention continues to teach me about life. For me, it’s about sharing the good. It makes me want to stand on a mountain top and yell, “I love you all!”

Now, to the shop. There is a 1.7 Edo period shakuhachi I’m looking forward to meeting

Did I forget to mention…“My life rules!”
Namaste, Perry