Until recently, I have never thought of myself as a musical person. Music was never part of my growing-up experience except to listen to 93 KHJ’s Boss Radio on a tinny transistor. I never had instrument, voice, or dance lessons. I was always a little envious of my friends who had this, though, at the time, my friends would have thought I was the lucky one.
I joined a congregation as an adult and I discovered that it was okay to sing. Then one day, when I was about to have a significant birthday, I signed up for a belly dance exercise class and discovered that dancing was okay too. It was in that dance class that I really discovered rhythm and melody. It started out with finger cymbals, then I got my first Arabic drum, then an African drum, then two frame drums. I started playing the drum at informal worship meetings. Then I started attending a community drum circle. And just last week, I acquired a strum stick, a type of stick dulcimer. I am teaching myself to play it.
I feel like some flood gate has opened and water is irrigating my soul.
I have learned that everyone, by virtue of being human and having a heartbeat and vocal cords, is a musical person. We are instruments through which God makes music.
Here is what a music therapist has to say about this:
(My apologies for the advertisement on this video….)