about five years ago now i discovered the drumming log...washed up on shore by a big storm...and as each storm has come and gone i wonder if i will find it there again...i straddle it and drum...with sticks or my hands...enjoying the solidness of it...its presence...a reassuring sound lifting up from its body...
i look out at the water...the waves hugging rocks the seagulls and cormorants are perched on...the surroundings misty at times and other times clear...the sky robin egg blue with lost little clouds wondering by me...and there i sit with the drumming log...
occasionally someone stops nearby me to listen while other folks come closer to make contact...a simple "nice day" comment or maybe a "that looks like fun"...and i will encourage people to drum but mostly children have taken me up on it...
yet i drum...i drum for peace...i drum for calm...i drum for love...sometimes i drum to connect with my playful nature...and i drum for the happiness the log and i share...how sweet to simply be with each other...friends visiting...
these days the drumming log is more worn...it has shifted abit...but it is still there...still holding a gentle spirit of sound...good company...always ready for some lovely conversation...
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