It has been a bit since we have updated our site here. We have recently released the new dates for our monthly drummings.
Same as last season: If you have Traveled the Dirt Road, then you are welcome to come. If you have not, find someone who has and Travel with them.
Drumming/Dancing/Singing... 6pm -10pm
Acoustic/Storytelling/Spoken Word 10pm-Midnight
After Midnight, grab a chair or a blanket and snuggle up....
Dates are 7/11, 8/28 and 9/11 (this one is part of our annual weekend intensive)
Hope to see you there!
Blessings
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sunday, August 10, 2008
"Look What you Did"
Yesterday was busily anticipated as my semester ended and we are getting ready to take a new adventure. I was hesitant about group, not having done my homework and struggling to learn through my suffering. Steven, as always, brought everything right back into perspective. We have our penance for this month...turns out I was not the only one struggling. Amazing...what happens when you connect.
Yesterday's group was beautifully eye opening, invigorating, connected and calm. We spoke of the Four Wise Men who rule their realms trying to convince you that they are the only King. We spoke of personal truth. We spoke of truth. Facts are true, stories are true, feelings are true, ideas are true...but all four make the personal truth.
We spoke of needing to know the "bad" in order to know the "good." We spoke of the healing powers of destruction...no wait...that was later in the night as we got home and people began to gather around the fire.
I believe this is the third gathering of this round of drummings we decided to do. The first two slowly making their way to culminate in last night. Drumming started around 7pm, just as the Sun began to descend behind the trees...and CONTINUED with one small break for about 20 minutes until almost 11pm. Yes, we needed to stop at 10, but the last round...there were only four drummers and three with shakers....was quiet, consistent, meditative.
At one point in the evening, Roberta turned to me and said..."look what you did." She was referring to the people on my lawn. Yes...look what WE did. A treat, there were some original Bookstore Drummers there last night. I miss the Bookstore...
A man, who came quietly to the bookstore one night and proceeded to blow us away with his increasing confidence, wanders the nearby drum circles. Last night, he came to us.
At the break, I went over to him and said, "you just keep going." And I smiled, I loved it! He said, "There is always time to talk. I don't get why people wouldn't drum when the opportunity to drum is now." So we began again with a light beat until others began to wander back.
That is what I remember loving about drumming....DRUMMING! And that we did until 11pm. Roberta picked up the end of the circle with a bit of guitar and singing, and we all joined in.
At some point, people naturally got up and helped me carry in the food and then we had great conversation until after midnight. I spoke with a woman, there for the first time about Judaism, living in Israel, food and community. She asked me if she could wash her dish in my sink....of course. But her experiece in the US has taught her different. It has made her hesitant to do what is normal to her when someone invites her to their home. I said that people in the US didn't understand community, and she nodded.
Roberta and I connected in the kitchen. Rebecca and I connected on the porch. Justice and I connected as we danced around the fire and he fought every step of the way going to sleep (he never did). Orien and I connected as our lips pressed together as I swirled around the fire. There were so many real...connected....moments.
Our next drum circle is at the end of the month. The end of the night brought discussion about tablas, harps, didjeridoos and meeting again in a few weeks. We all said we were looking forward to it!
Blessings
Yesterday's group was beautifully eye opening, invigorating, connected and calm. We spoke of the Four Wise Men who rule their realms trying to convince you that they are the only King. We spoke of personal truth. We spoke of truth. Facts are true, stories are true, feelings are true, ideas are true...but all four make the personal truth.
We spoke of needing to know the "bad" in order to know the "good." We spoke of the healing powers of destruction...no wait...that was later in the night as we got home and people began to gather around the fire.
I believe this is the third gathering of this round of drummings we decided to do. The first two slowly making their way to culminate in last night. Drumming started around 7pm, just as the Sun began to descend behind the trees...and CONTINUED with one small break for about 20 minutes until almost 11pm. Yes, we needed to stop at 10, but the last round...there were only four drummers and three with shakers....was quiet, consistent, meditative.
At one point in the evening, Roberta turned to me and said..."look what you did." She was referring to the people on my lawn. Yes...look what WE did. A treat, there were some original Bookstore Drummers there last night. I miss the Bookstore...
A man, who came quietly to the bookstore one night and proceeded to blow us away with his increasing confidence, wanders the nearby drum circles. Last night, he came to us.
At the break, I went over to him and said, "you just keep going." And I smiled, I loved it! He said, "There is always time to talk. I don't get why people wouldn't drum when the opportunity to drum is now." So we began again with a light beat until others began to wander back.
That is what I remember loving about drumming....DRUMMING! And that we did until 11pm. Roberta picked up the end of the circle with a bit of guitar and singing, and we all joined in.
At some point, people naturally got up and helped me carry in the food and then we had great conversation until after midnight. I spoke with a woman, there for the first time about Judaism, living in Israel, food and community. She asked me if she could wash her dish in my sink....of course. But her experiece in the US has taught her different. It has made her hesitant to do what is normal to her when someone invites her to their home. I said that people in the US didn't understand community, and she nodded.
Roberta and I connected in the kitchen. Rebecca and I connected on the porch. Justice and I connected as we danced around the fire and he fought every step of the way going to sleep (he never did). Orien and I connected as our lips pressed together as I swirled around the fire. There were so many real...connected....moments.
Our next drum circle is at the end of the month. The end of the night brought discussion about tablas, harps, didjeridoos and meeting again in a few weeks. We all said we were looking forward to it!
Blessings
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Many Blessings
Weigh heavy...but it is a good, sturdy feeling!
I am looking forward to the next drumming on August 9th at 6pm. Hope to see you all there! Please, bring a food or beverage source to share! Bring some healing energy to pass on to those who need it. During the 10-12 slot, we will put some energy out to those who need it.
Blessings
Christine
I am looking forward to the next drumming on August 9th at 6pm. Hope to see you all there! Please, bring a food or beverage source to share! Bring some healing energy to pass on to those who need it. During the 10-12 slot, we will put some energy out to those who need it.
Blessings
Christine
Thursday, July 10, 2008
and I wonder...-O
So I hand out cards to folks for DRR and I wonder ? What did the music teacher at school think when I gave her one. Funny thing she said, "Oh you're Christine's husband, I thought you looked familiar". I love that. The stack I gave Phoenix when he said he would hand them out, where are they? Lynns went right into the day timer. She has the best fullest book ever. I mean no shit she could probably ring up the Pope if she needed to. So, that card was well placed. I give out cards to cool folks I see along the way. I wonder if and what our future paths will bring us. So if you see me and I haven't given you a card remind me and I will be happy to give you one, a few if you think you will pass them on, and a handful if your going to be traveling to any local events.
Why do I want this to grow? I don't know. Its like when you see something at a thrift store and it calls to you. It comes home and then one day you need it. I will, we might, so lets.
Blessings
O
Why do I want this to grow? I don't know. Its like when you see something at a thrift store and it calls to you. It comes home and then one day you need it. I will, we might, so lets.
Blessings
O
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
So good for my soul! - Christine
I have to say that the drumming has been so good for my soul. I am inspired, motivated, creative at the moment and enjoying it. I am enjoying myself...so much so, I decided to do a self-portrait photo shoot last night in the hot confines of the cuddle room.
The inserted picture, one of the fruits of being with myself, and in a sense, getting to know myself even better. I have almost completed the sex education tool I am working on and...man, does that energy resonate from here on the property. From people around, moving energy...drumming it up! I can't wait until August 9th!
If you want more details about the photo shoot and the sex education tool (or you want to help with some questions) you will find it at Let's Talk...About Sex.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I wanted vs I got -O
I wanted bla blah BLAHHHHH I forgot the no expectations rule.
What I got was good friends that have been around for a long time. And when I turned to my brother Phoenix and interrupted his conversation on the porch to say, "I need to drum." We did without another word. That means the world to me. Some things go my way easily. Some I gotta hone and polish. I had A great time. I would like to see the drumming take off on our property. If it does great, if it doesn't I'll find others to drum with elsewhere. One thing I got out of Saturdays drumming was when I'm doin it my mind is free and my body is well occupied. I like playing with my wife, and my friends. Its like talking without all the chatter.
Blessings
O
What I got was good friends that have been around for a long time. And when I turned to my brother Phoenix and interrupted his conversation on the porch to say, "I need to drum." We did without another word. That means the world to me. Some things go my way easily. Some I gotta hone and polish. I had A great time. I would like to see the drumming take off on our property. If it does great, if it doesn't I'll find others to drum with elsewhere. One thing I got out of Saturdays drumming was when I'm doin it my mind is free and my body is well occupied. I like playing with my wife, and my friends. Its like talking without all the chatter.
Blessings
O
Monday, July 7, 2008
Drum awake to music lived- Christine
Saturday was the first drumming on the property I attended. Orien's idea originally, I had to let him know that I couldn't be as committed as previous groups we had run, and that may mean I was not in attendance at some or most. He shared the same sentiments, knowing we could do it if at least one of us were here. We agreed we wanted to bring some of that energy back to the property more consistently than the occasional Sabbat.
However, before the second one neared, I made the decision to jump in with two feet to re-create a sacred space around our fire that not only included ritual, but had room for sacred drumming, dancing and music. There was a time when I coordinated musical events and I miss that.
It is slow to start, as all things grow. I remember the first few drummings at the bookstore where people wandered in, slowly, unsure. All age and skill levels ventured through the doors until the novices became the experts, not by our teaching, but by our coaxing to let go.
There are no mistakes, is how we ran it, as long as you played from the heart. It didn't matter if you had played for years and knew every intricate rhythm that crossed the seas, or if you felt pulled to place your hand upon the skin for the first time. We all played together, without reserve. Six and a half years (it would have continued had the store not closed) proved we took a good approach.
Saturday proved slightly frustrating to me, as I really needed to blow a few off, or have a lengthy steady stream of release. However, the joy of being around the fire, the inconsistent rounds of drumming as they were, FAR outweighed the frustration. Perhaps because at some point, I just decided to keep on, even if no one else did...or more likely the company that we held was comfortable, needed.
Orien joined me at the fire, drum in hand, and he and I got a few moments. It opened up a chasm that the light had long deserted between us...and music has happened each day, even if only a few notes at a time since.
Thank you.
However, before the second one neared, I made the decision to jump in with two feet to re-create a sacred space around our fire that not only included ritual, but had room for sacred drumming, dancing and music. There was a time when I coordinated musical events and I miss that.
It is slow to start, as all things grow. I remember the first few drummings at the bookstore where people wandered in, slowly, unsure. All age and skill levels ventured through the doors until the novices became the experts, not by our teaching, but by our coaxing to let go.
There are no mistakes, is how we ran it, as long as you played from the heart. It didn't matter if you had played for years and knew every intricate rhythm that crossed the seas, or if you felt pulled to place your hand upon the skin for the first time. We all played together, without reserve. Six and a half years (it would have continued had the store not closed) proved we took a good approach.
Saturday proved slightly frustrating to me, as I really needed to blow a few off, or have a lengthy steady stream of release. However, the joy of being around the fire, the inconsistent rounds of drumming as they were, FAR outweighed the frustration. Perhaps because at some point, I just decided to keep on, even if no one else did...or more likely the company that we held was comfortable, needed.
Orien joined me at the fire, drum in hand, and he and I got a few moments. It opened up a chasm that the light had long deserted between us...and music has happened each day, even if only a few notes at a time since.
Thank you.
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