beating hearts

I just finished Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder. I'm quite sad because it was what I had to look forward to at the end of the day.

Excerpt:
"From somewhere in the valley below us comes the sound of drums. I recall the time I spent here in the central plateau with the American soldiers, and I remember the sound of Voodoo drums wafting into the army barracks in Mirebalais at night and how unsettling it was to some of us sitting there, in all its mystery. I'm sure we'd have felt different if we'd known we were probably hearing ceremonies to cure the sick. For myself, right now, I like the sound, like so many hearts beating through a single stethoscope."

May we all discover something beautiful this week.