Following Beth Fenstermacher into a patient’s room is like walking behind Mother Earth and watching the plants and animals perk up in her presence. Such is the effect she has on everyone on her path. Watching her fold origami cranes of peace is soothing, and when she begins to gently strum on her drum and sing… oh my. Her voice comes from the womb, and it is impossible to resist leaning into the embrace of its sound.