Who in my life dances to the beat of my drum?

I have always tended to be a part of a drumming circle rather than a solo act. In the sense that as a leader I have been in synch with other leaders. Leaders in the loosest sense of the word. More like instigators.

There are probably a couple hundred (I have no reason to accurately count them) followers who consume the creative output I produce, And while I rarely meet them or even connect with them except through my work, I have a sense of their loyalty. which is to say they are not very LOL.

But as I ‘drum’ away they drift up for a while and sway to the ‘music’ and then, satiated or distracted, move on.

As important as they are to my role as a creative, it is the act of creating that is my source of satisfaction, I leave the audience out of my equation.

When I lived in Haiti often at night one would hear drumming off in the mountains away south of where I lived in the countryside. At first it was haunting, but then it became a comfort. For after a time in the place, even I, a white dude (from Connecticut!), could feel its call and it found resonance in my core. The drumming became inextricably part of the place and vital. So it is enough that whatever drumming I do casts off across the water of life to hearers I never see or meet, reminding them of what or who I likely ever know.