I didn't open the file, as zip files make me leery.
My aunt could play piano by ear and would make that thing produce some glorious sounds. My mom could read music and her pace was much slower and more intentional as she worked through a song. Both were very good in their own styles. We'd gather around the piano each Sunday evening after supper and sing along with their playing.
Yes indeed...playing an instrument is incredibly therapeutic. I can only play Mary Had a Little Lamb on the piano - but it feels like I just finished a whole concert when I manage to get through it without screwing it up. lol
The Djembe drum is a favorite of mine, along with the Native American flute. I have other smaller percussion instruments, too, and have made damn near everything I'm surrounded with an instrument at one time or another. When the urge hits, grab what ya' got and raise the roof! I have no desired direction with any of them, other than to follow my heart, smile and keep going when I screw up, and build on what I've taught myself each time.
When I combine the Djembe with the mini-trampoline - what a hoot of ongoing randomness that is! lol Nothing to build on there - just a massive much needed energy release that eases stress and moves that lymph! :) Playing outdoors is my favorite, and luckily no animals have attacked me, lol, but now that winter is here, not so much.
