play me

i don't know how to explain it, why i would even try. but i finally played the hand drum i've been carrying around for years. as i walked to the river, it seemed so excited it played itself. which made me smile.

for an hour, i sat beside the mahwah river with my drum. listening. learning.

always wondering, why did it take a year for me to actually do this. not sure. life happens, i guess.

i remembered all the people who have sat with me beside that river, i have let them go.

i remembered all that has happened to now, and i let it go.

the river is willing to carry anything away.

i watched for my visitor but was surprised only by mayflies. though they are lovely skittering across the water like a shaky foal on spring grasses.

i'm wide awake. busy day.

today i will make time to sit beside the hudson. i'll be just a stone's throw away.

the birds are raucous and bidding me to rise.

life is magical.