Today I walked into the park and sat on a bench by a little pond. I drummed for the ducks, crows, gulls and passerby gathered.
A group of about seven asian tourists took pictures of the little pond and the birds and danced to my rhythm, smiling. A young, hip girl grinned behind me as she practiced with her fire-dance balls, swinging them smoothly, describing the cosmic
ballet we are all part of, whether we know it or not.
A young couple were also behind me. They said they had heard the drumming from across the park and came closer to enjoy it more. They chatted with me when I paused to say hello and offered me a sample of the hashish joint they were smoking, but I told them being there was enough for me, thanks.
The drum took me away on it's own.
My legs are still plenty wobbly... but your news is the second time today that something has moved me to 'dance'! This video was the other one... enjoy!
So glad to hear that you're up and about... and making music again!
CureZone