the order and preservation of indigenous cultures
a gathering of tribes, really
disconnected yet (re)connected
the rhythm of the heartbeat drum just sets my heart beating faster
and then slower again
as we attune to the drum
and attune to each other
we begin to notice
our voices coming from a shared breath
of the same quality of air and breathing
into the nose, down into the belly, out thru the mouth
to be shared some more
with the trees and fields surrounding
and the eagle soaring above
riding on that same air current
of precious breath
gift friend air wind
take us as we soar
on air currents of drum song
old songs, new songs, so many songs!
i recorded most
but it will take quite a while for me to really remember them
for now, three are stuck in my head
seems like every other moment though
i remember another song
and find myself humming yet another pow wow tune
as i toodle around the woods and observe mosses growing
(that same beat thrums in you too huh?)
many of the songs don't have a literal meaning
but the feeling that the song evokes
that is what is important
that is what is intentional
not the words
the words come secondary to the feelings
yes!
and then at night we women gathered around
the red clover womens' drum
for me, it doesn't quite matter who i'm drumming with
so long as we get attuned
and the magic happens
but there's just something about all us women gathered together
with a drum without a drum
but ooh that night yes with a drum
and drumming and singing and laughing and sharing
shining eyes reflecting the stars
with shared hands beating the sacred ancient drum
something magic
is still here
and reawakening
yes!
