A horse swished its tail in the summer heat, fretting about the buzzing flies. The aromas of cooking food mingled with the odors of manure. Canopies protecting food and tables from the threat of rain were set up on an expanse of grass. From two out buildings, the sounds of wood being sanded emitted. As I maneuvered the Hartbeat mobile into a parking space on a freshly mowed field, I thought that it seemed like a good place to start on a journey of the healing power of music. When I opened the door to a workshop filled with people building guitars, I knew I had come to the right place. I was about to enter a two day experience with a group of volunteers building guitars from kits that would be given to veterans in need of this healing power of music.