The Beat Goes On

While walking at Devil's Lake, Larry and I could hear the steady beat of drums in the distance.  The sun was going down, so all we could see were the silhouettes of a circle of people along the lakeshore, drumming.  Their cadence sounded like the heartbeat of that beautiful lake. I thought of the native people who visited that spot some 10,000 years ago, the mound builders who inhabited the area some 9,000 years later, and the circle of people sitting on the shore that evening of our walk.  How many circles of people over the years have communicated and celebrated there with the beat of their drums?  The shared rhythm of the drum circle that evening gave the drummers a synchronized, communal experience with each other.  I'd like to think that they also shared something special with others who came long before them.  The beat goes on.