Do you remember the 1967 hit song, “The Beat Goes On”? Sonny Bono wrote it. He sang it with, then wife, Cher. I looked it up on Google this morning, and apparently this song had so much meaning it was sung at Sonny’s funeral, and the phrase; engraved on his tombstone.
Rhythmic beat is not exclusive to native americans, or black cultures, who let it flow with beautiful abandon. We all have rhythm; even Navan R. Johnson (Steve Martin in the 1979 hit comedy, “The Jerk”) finds his rhythm.
There’s rhythm in the moon phases; earth rotation; four seasons; and like the animal kingdoms, we are all born, live, and eventually, our bodies die. Within our human body, our hearts beat, we have a pulse; the result of blood flowing to the rhythm of our heart. How miraculous!
There is another beat, perhaps you have sensed it? It is within; a rhythm of the soul, expressing itself through our emotions. In the silence, the stillness, I often connect with that unexplainable, creative rhythm. As a result of these priceless, coveted minutes, I experience inspiration and a sense of oneness with all the rhythms of the universe.
Consider these words from Henry David Thoreau:
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”
Our hearts beat, while our clocks are ticking, so don’t wait. Do honor the inner beating of your own drummer, it may guide you to a place of wonder, inspiration and ultimately creations, that before, you could only imagine.
Happy Independence Day!