June 3rd, 2011; time unknown
Location: Galway IrelandWhy: Because we all need to stumble onto djembes.
My second post was going to be a "catch up" to what I've been up to here in Galway but I gotta get today's experience down first.
I am still smiling from ear to ear. After a leisurely day sprawled out on the grass at Eyre Square eating, reading and people watching, it was close to 5:30pm when the sun hit Vancouver's equilavent of 2pm in the sky. I decided it was finally cool enough to go for a 10k run.
As I made my way back to my amazing living quarters (aka Jen and Hale's kickass flat), I decided to walk along the Canal instead of the street. My heart skipped a beat when I stumbled upon some people setting up some djembes, stools and candles. After inquiring and being invited to join, I decided the 10k can wait another day.
What happened in the next 2hrs will likely be an experience I will soon not forget. The instructor lead us into rhythms and songs from Ghana. Each progression of beats got more complex, adding texture and fullness that I remember from drumming back in Vancouver. The sounds permeated into our bodies and a wonderful sense of connectedness was felt by everyone, including passersby who stopped to take photos.
Experiences like these remind me to march to the beat of my own drum.