I wrote this poem after sitting in a medicine ceremony and feel called to share it and my story with you. I am reminded of the tome: no person is more courageous than they who speaks with the courage of their own convictions.

A Song of Prayer:
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I trust in yOur Music
I am your drum
Thank you for trusting me to sing
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Conviction is conviction
regardless of the decibel level
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My heart sings as it beats
Air fills my lungs with unconditional love and abundance
The purest sign of intimacy
When I am open, I receive
Doubt is the shim, the space between trust and experience
Belief is an idea waiting to be experienced
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Oh giver of life
I am your drum
Thank you for trusting me to sing
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I am an empty vessel
I am gifted with the fullness of your love
My music is rippling harmonious vibrations
aligned with light
May I strike true
May I strike proud
May all my songs be prayers of gratitude
for this unconditional gift of life
Trust – Gratitude – Generosity – Love
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A few months ago I received this message I am called to share it with you.
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We are all gifted unconditional love by virtue of being born into this world.
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Life is the ultimate gift
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Yet we tend to walk around expecting things to be a certain way, even judging what is thus limit ourselves through our own beliefs, perspectives, and conditioning
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Our limits make us what we are
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And we choose what rules we play by even if we are not aware of it
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Back to my story…
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I was in a drum circle and felt called to pick up a shaman drum and play
When picking up a new instrument or engaging in any public action there can be a level of discomfort from doubt and unfamiliarity
But I picked up the drum and played through the internal crirical, judging voice.
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I continued playing the drum and begin singing and dancing

I became aware of another whispering voice
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I am a drum
This vessel I was gifted at birth
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My skin is stretched tight across my bones
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My heart beats and my lungs breath unlimited air
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I am an instrument of God’s love
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I am a drum
Thank you for trusting me to sing
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We are bestowed with our own music
Thus we are all called to sing
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We spend this life collecting experiences, things, desires…
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Will you let your music out in to the world or let it die silently within?
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You are a drum
Trust yourself to sing
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People have often asked me if I’m a musician

Now, I tell them, “I am the drum”

“Even in the mud and scum of things
Something always, always sings”

MUSIC – Ralph Waldo Emerson:

LET me go where’er I will,
I bear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,
Peals out a cheerful song.It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.
‘T is not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the redbreast’s mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the mud and scum of things
There alway, alway something sings.