There once was a little girl. She was a curious soul. In her dungarees and high top boots, she was always prepared for adventure. Angie was painfully shy, perplexed with all the questions of life that were buried deep inside her. Why are we here? What are we made of? How is everything connected? She felt alone, with so many questions, yet afraid to ask them. Each time she opened her heart to express herself, she was overwhelmed with something so big, it frightened her.
Angie knew that she needed to find out what was stirring inside her! Even with her own family, she did not feel at home. She gave up on believing that anyone could understand her. Her curiosities were burning. Without any place to express herself, she felt lost. The more …show more content…
Her feet were playfully sinking into the warm sand. She sat at the edge of the sea, looking out at the blue water, as far as her eyes could reach, watching the waves roll in. She was fascinated by the waves, as they rolled in. Each wave was different in its own way, some smooth, some choppy, some big, some small, some quiet, some loud. The waves inspired her. They were at peace. Angie wished that she too, could be a wave, rolling in, so gracefully. She believed that if she could be a wave, rolling in, that she would be free! She sighed, breathed, and smiled, at the thought of rolling in like a wave.
As she sat there, she heard that familiar sound of the heart beat, a constant thumping. She stood up to listen and leaned her ear toward the sound. She decided to follow the beat. It led her to a path filled with trees, flowers, and rocks. It was green all around her.
The trees grew larger as she walked further down this path. The sound of the heart beat grew louder as the rhythms jumped and bounced. The animals called out in between the rhythms. The beat was resonating through her entire body. She ran faster in her excitement. She knew she must be close as it now felt as though the beat was inside …show more content…
This felt like a brand new day, knowing this drum was going to bring her gifts of magic. She could hardly stand the anticipation!
She flew out of bed and ran to her drum, finding it just where she left it, sitting outside under her tree. She said a little prayer, thanking her drum for showing her the way home, for opening her heart, for filling her up with love and tapping into her very own heartbeat!
She reached out to touch her drum, caressing the flesh. It was soft and flexible, yet strong. She ran her hands along the wood as if it was the earth, as if it was her. Her drum was radiating! It was a work of art, organic and alive.
Then came the telling moment, it was time. Her drum was ready to reveal its sound! She sat before her drum, holding her hands to her heart. She breathed with a sense of letting go.
Angie reached for her drum, one end covered in the sacred hide, the other end hollow. She leaned the drum sideways over her lap, wrapping her hands around the hide, as though she had been drumming all her
Angie knew that she needed to find out what was stirring inside her! Even with her own family, she did not feel at home. She gave up on believing that anyone could understand her. Her curiosities were burning. Without any place to express herself, she felt lost. The more …show more content…
Her feet were playfully sinking into the warm sand. She sat at the edge of the sea, looking out at the blue water, as far as her eyes could reach, watching the waves roll in. She was fascinated by the waves, as they rolled in. Each wave was different in its own way, some smooth, some choppy, some big, some small, some quiet, some loud. The waves inspired her. They were at peace. Angie wished that she too, could be a wave, rolling in, so gracefully. She believed that if she could be a wave, rolling in, that she would be free! She sighed, breathed, and smiled, at the thought of rolling in like a wave.
As she sat there, she heard that familiar sound of the heart beat, a constant thumping. She stood up to listen and leaned her ear toward the sound. She decided to follow the beat. It led her to a path filled with trees, flowers, and rocks. It was green all around her.
The trees grew larger as she walked further down this path. The sound of the heart beat grew louder as the rhythms jumped and bounced. The animals called out in between the rhythms. The beat was resonating through her entire body. She ran faster in her excitement. She knew she must be close as it now felt as though the beat was inside …show more content…
This felt like a brand new day, knowing this drum was going to bring her gifts of magic. She could hardly stand the anticipation!
She flew out of bed and ran to her drum, finding it just where she left it, sitting outside under her tree. She said a little prayer, thanking her drum for showing her the way home, for opening her heart, for filling her up with love and tapping into her very own heartbeat!
She reached out to touch her drum, caressing the flesh. It was soft and flexible, yet strong. She ran her hands along the wood as if it was the earth, as if it was her. Her drum was radiating! It was a work of art, organic and alive.
Then came the telling moment, it was time. Her drum was ready to reveal its sound! She sat before her drum, holding her hands to her heart. She breathed with a sense of letting go.
Angie reached for her drum, one end covered in the sacred hide, the other end hollow. She leaned the drum sideways over her lap, wrapping her hands around the hide, as though she had been drumming all her