Let the Music Play

I am sitting here in Panama City at Hostel Mamallena listening to a fabulous jam session. An Israeli guy named Ben on Harmonica, Will, the hostel manager accompanying on guitar, and my man Todd playing lead. Townes Van Zandt on the play list. This afternoon I had a little life moment. A lot of stress, some quick tears on the street, yet, this is what my days have become. Why do I feel anxious sometimes when at the end of the day it is simple; life is grand. The music soothes and grounds you back to reality. Hopefully, before you fall too far into a self loathing melancholy of who knows what.

Different nations have combined here to make wonderful spontaneous music. Beers and box o'wine clutter the table, chatter encompasses the backgrounds, and the smiles abound. The music plays on, interrupted with laughter and conversation. This is life today. In this hostel. In Panama City.