Wednesday, June 5, 2019



I used to go to sleep at night to the sound of the drums. Sometimes the drums were beating to appease devils our neighbors feared. But, must of the time the drums were talking to the people, and the people danced to the rhythm of long ago and other times. Those were the nights I went to sleep easily and slept well.

My Dad was riding the train in Tanzania one day, and along the tracks an African woman stood. As the train rolled by, the wheels set up a perfect dance rhythm..... ca tic ca tac, ca tic ca tac as the wheels hit the break in the rails. The woman was entranced by the sound of the wheels and was dancing to the sound of the wheels. 

We all have it. You sit in a restaurant, and some guy across the room is drumming his fingers on the table totally unaware of what he is doing. You cannot help it, but you will soon find that your mind is flowing along with the rhythm.

All of life flows along this way. A branch hanging from a tree in the water of a flowing stream will be catching and flipping up and down as the water flows around it. The wood pecker drums on the tree, and your mind gets into the rhythm unconsciously. The clock ticks away measuring out time in a system of rhythm, and you are part of it.

Think about that the next time you are downtown sitting and watching people. The rhythm goes on and on.

Are you or a friend having problems with your short term memory deteriorating? There is almost nothing better and more therapeutic for the memory than making music.


Now, you older folks with memory issues, try to sing along with this oldie by Ray Stevens from the 1950s. 

Play it again, and see if you can do better the next time. If you can keep up, you do NOT have a memory problem. You need more time in the sun getting your Vitamin D up.

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