I have yet to find it's "place" but think it will be perfect when it is found.
Many times I have walked past buskers or been at a park and heard people relaxing rhythmically to the playing of their drums.
Sharing with the world their passion and skills.
I am always drawn to the sound and the beat makes my soul nod with appreciation and joy.
Often I catch my feet tapping, my hips swaying.
There is something primal and simple about drumming.
The beat, the rhythm, the sounds.
Unfortunately I have never been all that musically inclined.
Mind you I have never really invested the time either.
When I saw this drum the other day I knew it was meant for me.
My hands patted it , my eyes instantly closed and I felt solice in its sound.
I am trying hard to learn, to teach myself the basics.
I would love to take a class, or 100.
Maybe join a drum circle and feel my beat harmonizing with like minded people.
The kids love it too and it will be a joyful part of our household for years to come.
Until I become really good, enough to share with the masses the girls and I are jamming with these new instruments and are having plenty of fun ourselves.
Forget the sheet music.
Okay, What do you think about this guy?
I love his '70's charm and cheapness.
He is the epitome of tackiness and I boldly and proudly placed him on the dining room table.
I know he will attract a lot of humorous attention.
But nobody dis him.....he is mine.
Did I mention he is a napkin holder as well.
Our new neighbours (the tenants in our trailer) are fabulous and the kids have taken on like siblings.
The boys wanted a few of the lavender/chamomile eye pillows that they saw we had, so they picked out some fabric and were delighted to give one of them to their mom.
Nice boys to think of their mom.
This way the lavender and herbs won't clog the tub and there is no waste.
Smart and fabulous.