Went to a drum circle yesterday.
A first for me and revelatory in many ways.
Feeling dauntless in attending but sensing trepidation in knowing that I knew not.
I sat behind a percussion box and banged away.
Hoping my attempts would not distract, I closed my eyes.
It seemed that I was lifted as I was taken to that thin place, on a roller coaster, feeling the highs and the lows, wanting to remain, reminded of my inadequacies while imagining immense proficiencies.
How is it that we can find that place where all is right and suddenly sense the need to conform to reality?