I have a Native American shamanic drum. It is made by elk hide. When I met this drum at the gem show, I fall in love with the sound. It had deep and profound vibrations that I felt somewhat familiar with it.
This morning when I played my drum, it sounded dull. I quickly recognized the reason. It is because I accidentally kept my drum in the box inside the closet. Now I remember my Navajo friend once told me not to keep a Native American drum in the place where it is humid. So, I let my drum dry under the gentle breeze from a ceiling fan. By the end of the day, the drum sounded much better than this morning.
That reminded me of humidity in our house. We are in the midst of monsoon. During the monsoon season, all the doors get tighter and hard to be shut all the way. So, during monsoon season, most of our doors stay being half open.
In Arizona where I live, we have humidity only three months during monsoon season in a year. I enjoy this rainy season. Humidity is good for my skin and hair.
When I think of humid air and dry air, it makes me think of the environmental difference between the place where I had lived and the current place where I live. When I lived in japan, I longed for dry air. Now I live in Arizona, I miss humid air.
From these experiences, I learned I should enjoy whatever I am provided at this moment. I had enjoyed humid air for 40 years, so perhaps, it is time for me to enjoy dry air for the latter half of my life. It might be good to stop missing what we don’t have, but to start appreciating what we have been provided right now.
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