After meditation, Jennifer found the adobe where the musician's gathered. There were guitars, banjos, hand drums, an auto harp and two harmonicas. The tunes coming from this play were soft as the sighing wind and as rythmic as the water burbling in a stream.<br/><br/>"Hi," voices rang out. "I'm Grant and this is Tabby. Our job is to organize the music. Do you play or sing?"<br/><br/>"Hi," Jennifer answered, sidling in. "I um. sing. I guess I sing, sort of, well, I like to sing. Does that count?"<br/><br/>"Sure," another voice called. "I'm Terry. The singers sit over here." A slender young man motioned for her to sit next to him. "This is Tod." Terry introduced a slender older man to her. He leaned against the man as if they were close friends.<br/><br/>"Hi, Terry and Tod. Thanks," Jennifer answered as she took a pillow on the floor.<br/><br/>They made music and Jennifer sang quietly. None of the songs were complicated and soon she found that she liked being a part of this group. As the session ended, Jennifer heard the silver bell. Time to put in the bread to bake. She headed for the door, waving goodbye.<br/><br/>"Hey, don't know if you heard, but we are having some special games at the gardens tomorrow. Be sure to come. It will be fun." Terry called out.<br/><br/>"See you tonight at inspirational." Tabby called.<br/><br/>Jennifer waved and hurried, lest she be late for baking.