I wandered toward the drums like they were the call of the
Sirens.
I noticed the great crowd of
people who had been drawn in the same way.
As I got closer, I felt my muscles relax, my curiosity peak, and my body
begin to dance.
The immediate sight I
saw were all those on the “outside” of the circle – the spectators. Some stood
still.
Some moved ever so slightly – the
“I hope no one sees me” dancers.
As I
moved more inside the circle, there it was – the most beautiful vision of all
kinds of people joining in rhythm.
I
saw all colors and races of people dancing together, laughing, moving. Some had
dreadlocks.
Some were smoking.
Some delighted in their children jumping and
giggling.
Adults and children with
disabilities joyfully clapped and swayed. I felt kin to each person through the
music.
We were all invited to play
- by these men and women who simply brought
their drum to the circle and started making sound together.
There was no sheet music, no script. Someone
started a beat, another joined, until everyone’s individual rhythm blended to
make beautiful harmony.
Some even
brought their drum to play, but stayed outside the circle until they felt ready
to join.
I was moved by the music, but more by this picture of
life. Every different type of person was
represented here. No one was arguing. Everyone was being uniquely himself or herself, and it blended
beautifully. No matter who they were or what they were doing, we had all come
here to be part of something bigger. To
watch, dance, play, move, or just be still.
Everyone wanted to connect and still be themselves – even if they hadn’t
found their rhythm yet. I asked myself,
“What is my part here? How am I moved?
What am I drawn to?” Then I
realized I was smiling, laughing, and dancing with the precious older couple
standing next to me. Sometimes the answers don’t have to be so forced –
sometimes you just notice the rhythm that is already moving you.
You may not like drums. You may not care about dancing. But you
can always be a participant in the circle of players, and your piece matters.
Where are you in the circle?
