during praises at church this evening i heard a pulse outside. i didn't pay it much mind as the service was under way, but after the service i ducked into the plaza to see a huddle of people near the church of saint blaise.
as i got closer i noticed that the people that formed the circle were puffing away on peruvian pan flutes, while four or five men in the middle kept rhythm on gigantic drums.
people held different octave flutes and would puff at different times around the circle, combined with an amazing rhythm on the drums, to make the most moving music i have heard in my time here.
as i was watching, people started pouring out from evening mass. a man quickly stuffed a cup of horchata in my hand, while another woman came around offering a peruvian bread. i gladly partook in both. another man came up to me  and we spoke a little bit of english and spanish with one another.
as the musicians took a break to partake in bread and drink, he explained that the woman whom gave me the bread had brought the musicians here from pono to celebrate the 3rd annual death of her mother.
i was moved by her service. her gentle smile. i should have baked her a bread for her mourning. instead she gladly gave some bread to a stranger, who didn't even know her mother. who was there to hear some music.
as the music struck up again i noticed her finish giving out the rest of her bread and smile, with the rest of the celebration of her mothers passing. a smile in the Peace of knowing.