In memoriam—for those we have lost since the pandemic, especially for dear Seraphina who we lost so tragically last summer…
This piece is from a pressed leaf that i found in our back yard here on Gabriola… It is finished on a 12 x 12 canvas, the background behind the leaf is painted in a glow-in-the-dark pain— to depict, that “our spirit lives on…’ — the outside framing and sides are painted in a metallic gold. Last fall, while we were packing up to move, i gathered some of the leaves out of our yard and put them into a press and didn’t look them until earlier this year. When i was preparing for the ‘Squared show’ that happens here on Gabriola, i pulled out this one leaf, and was astounded as to how exquisite it turned out... wishing i could remember what kind of leaf it originally was, because it had transformed so much. And, so, i have not changed the leaf at all—it is in it’s original state and i was/felt compelled to include it into a piece of art and title it, “requiem—who is remembered lives!’—as we all have experienced so much loss over the last few years. --$111.00 + shipping/handling —please click on below images to view larger… —if you would like to purchase, please contact me to make arrangements
0 Comments
![]() I stumbled on this memory from 10 years ago—a posting i had posted, when we had lived in Burnaby… something that taught me about impermanence… “I’m kind of sad to see our grand hosta heading off to sleep for the long winter... We have sooo enjoyed their strong presence in our humble garden.... Good night dear hosta—see you again in the spring... have fun hanging with our dear mother, during this dark half…” When we lived in Burnaby over 10 years ago, we had a shade garden where, we had many hosta plants that flourished—the photo above shows just one of them. When we first rented this home, it came with a garden that had many plants that weren’t doing well because the canopy of the tall cedar trees had grown so high that they now shaded the garden. So, over the eight years we lived there, we slowly transitioned the garden over to more shade and native plants that would grow and thrive in lower light. Hostas are one great plant that do well in shade gardens! When we moved off the lower mainland to a small gulf island, we moved our many hostas with us… it was quite a job—as many of them were in large ceramic pots and they were heavy to move. However, they did survive the move—where they lived and thrived on our ‘shade deck’ in the forest, for six years. Last January, we had to move once again—this time to a much smaller home… where we had to downsize considerably thus, giving away most of our beloved hosta plants to a dear friend. They now live and thrive in her beloved garden. We truly miss them in many ways… We did keep a couple of hosta plants that live in pots outside our door—however, the local deer tend to nibble away at them and they (the hostas) never did get a chance to fully leaf out this year. I think we’ll attempt to cage them in somehow, in the spring, so the deer can’t get at them—as they, the deer, seem to think that our hostas are sweet candy! Nothing ever stays the same… x (((💚))) below, a fun video by John Denver on the Muppet Show, ‘The Garden Song’… We had a lovely gathering together on Wednesday evening, August 24, 2022 to celebrate the upcoming New Moon and sing together… It was wonderful for Allannah + i to have dear hearts ‘in the room’ for the first time in 2.5 years since the pandemic arrived… it was sooo good to sing together once again! We also dedicated this show to all those dear to us—that we lost, since the pandemic—who is remembered, lives! So, thank you to all for coming to join us—we look forward to more in the future. However, we were saddened that we experienced a technical issue regarding our face-time live that we usually offer. I was only glad that i managed to video-record the show so we can share with our online audience… please scroll down page below to view… If you would like to offer a donation towards our work, know it’s always appreciated… for it is our work, thank you! • for paypal please use this link >> • if you prefer interac e-transfer, pls email weaver for email address >> Thank you for supporting live music xoxo (((💜))) Click the video, photo links to view… show runs about 1 hour, 7-mins total… https://youtu.be/bPsXt-FHBtc ![]() a poem........ yesterday... i was nudged to journey... while drawing + painting... something ‘drew’ me in... go deeper... to a rooted place... buried... threads fragiled... thin multi-coloured mark-making... revealing... what? i tracked... ever so lightly... tenderly... my slanted hand steered... “just go”.......... i offered a wee hello while... i migrated... wandered... hunted... chased... that perhaps... i was on to something...... travelling alongside washed... black-ink-penned... shaky-handed.... painted threads of... my own weave... she is... very fine, dazzling tapestry path of filament light... capturing a glimpse...... my tender glittered strength... torn-worn tangles... grief... joy... pain... celebrations... ancient... new........ now... grief drops... splashing upon my soaked page... blending abstract... accident... of be-ing... inside... my owned inked hues... becoming...... perhaps... ... a re-weaving? i will definitely call again soon..... x (((💜))) art by weaver copyright © 2020 all rights reserved
![]() Good News! I've been celebrating - a lot of late!... because dear laughing wolf has found her new voice! As some of you may know, it was about three years ago or so that this amazing sweet drum accidently fell and her beautiful voice/hide was torn and cracked wide open... i wrote about it in a blog post and again when deeper teaching came for me later on another post... Part of why it took so long for her to sing again was, it was a bit of a challenge to find a new hide that was actually big enough and thin enough to fit her amazing 27-inch red oak steam-bent hoop... When i asked the guys at the drum-supplier i work with, if they had any goat hides larger than 33 inches in diameter, they laughed replying that goats here just don't grow that big.... Though, they would let me know if something that large may come in. They never let me know... so, i thought to myself that perhaps i may not find a hide that would be similiar to what she had before or big enough. So, dear laughing wolf sat has remained open with no voice for the last three years. I sure have missed her! I considered using another type of hide though, it never seemed right... so, i continued to call and ask spirit for her new voice to come - trusting that perhaps one day, it would come. A few weeks ago, i was back at the supplier picking up stuff for two drum-birthing workshops i had coming up for Vancouver and Gabriola. After finishing going over the orders, i took a chance and was moved to ask the guys once again, if maybe they might have any large goat rawhides in stock - maybe one?... Lo and behold, Francis said he thought they might... and off he went out to their other room to check and.... brought back a large goat hide. Together, we measured it up... it was real close to the size needed and so, i decided to take it home. One of the first things i did when i got back was, to lay laughing wolf's beautiful hoop on top of the new hide to see if it was going to fit! I was elated - it did! About a week later, with the assistance of dear Joanie, we re-birthed laughing wolf... and, it was a beautiful thing to do together... and i have to say, she sure turned out beautiful... being a part of her new birth was a moving and deep experience for both of us... it was definitely a birthing, that's for sure... 'cause she's one big drum! It was a big labour of love andi couldn't wait to 'hear' how she came through........ So, on a Sunday evening, the night before the full moon, on November 13th... i was thrilled to re-awaken laughing wolf along in sacred circle with wonderful dear souls here on Gabriola.... i can't tell you the joy we all felt to be witness to her sacred sounding and enlivening in that new-birth moment... it made me realize just how much we have missed each other and to again, begin building a whole new relationship - getting to know one another yet again... Thank you Colleen for holding the space for us to do that... with much appreciation and joy.... Many years ago, laughing wolf, a beautiful qilaut frame drum was birthed for me - by master drum maker, John Millen of Thunderheart Drums in Baltimore... John is retired now... and three years ago, he was kind enough to share with me how he birthed a drum like laughing wolf... i wish to thank you so much John for your wonderful sharings and for birthing this beautiful sacred drum for me all those years ago... with much love to you with hoards of light... weaver x (((o))) “I hear a drum in my soul’s ear coming from the depth of the stars.” “Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.” ―Jalaluddin Rumi Below is a short video to hear her new voice............ x (((o))) all above photos taken by carol weaver © 2016 copyright - all rights reserved
during this passing time within... i invite us to journey to those sacred cedars who are dying...9/4/2016 ![]() "This stone i place here to mark this Singing Moon-Time of Abundance + Passing Within with the Wisdom of Grandmother Wolf... May her sacred teachings help me to become more deeply human..." It's been an interesting time here on Gabriola these last few days as the month of September rolled in... The crisp scents of Fall are definitely in the air as we move into this next cycle around the wheel... reminding us to think about getting prepared for the coming winter... The Farmer's Almanac is predicting a cold one this year... One task we managed so far is, to get a couple of cords of wood delivered, stacked and ready - quite the job to say the least... an opportunity to use those muscles i haven't used in quite some time = holy whoa! I give many thanks to those Standing Ones, those trees who gave their lives so our home can be warm this coming winter... This last week showed me some teaching about letting go - when you least expect it... especially with what i had planned for this recent past New Moon... i had journeying circles planned both for September 1st here on Gabriola and another for Vancouver this week - when i travel over for the Luminous Path which is beginning a new round... ![]() And so what came into being was, both circles were not meant to happen... i won't go into the reasons why, other than to say, that each one had it's own releasings for not happening... I have to admit i was surprised that both ended up being cancelled... even after some of my own questionings, resistence and attempts to TRY and make them happen, i came to the realization that it was indeed all okay to let both circles go this time... perhaps good ol' Mercury Retrograde had a hand - who knows? I also had to get over worrying about disappointing those who had planned to come... When i was preparing for these next circles - Grandmother Wolf offered her guidance....She who teaches us about moving from the West to the North... the Teacher with sharp instinct and intelligence... sacred wisdom, the Sage and Elder... reminding us of our dear Ancestors who paved the way for us... gifting us with stamina... resilience... always reminding us of our own knowingness... It was the Cedar trees who spoke to me, asking if we could connect together - especially those here on Gabriola, who have been dying since our summer's long dry drought... Some folk we have met, who have lived on Gabriola a long time, mentioned that, over the years, the water table on the island has been shifting in response to climate change... confirming the beautiful cedars are feeling it the most... in the last number of weeks, we have been saddened to witness that a lot of the cedar trees are dying rapidly all over the island... The fire department was also announcing that they're concerned they are now becoming a fire hazard. We give thanks for the recent rains that have come... helping to nourish our dry island home, the blessed trees and all her kin... The English word, 'Cedar' comes from the Hebrew 'Qatar', meaning to smudge... indicating cedar wood was used in purification rituals and cleansing... The smoke of the cedar leaves are very cleansing and clearing of the energy/luminous body and spaces... First Nation peoples have and continue to use the sacred cedar to purify and cleanse in all aspects of life using all parts of the tree for housing, art, clothing, cleansing and ceremony ... The sacred Cedar was also known in many world cultures as the Tree of Life... the 'God/ess' tree... With blessed cedar, draw Earth energy and ground yourself, place the palms of your hands against the ends of the leaves... So, if our New Moon journeying circle did happen, i was going to invite us to journey with Grandmother Wolf to the sacred Cedars, to simply connect with them and check-in... and so, because we're not meeting physically.... i invite you here and now to journey...Open sacred space around you... state your intention, turn on the journey drumming below... get comfortable., relax... close your eyes... connect to your dear heart... + ask Grandmother Wolf to guide you on your journey............... ![]() Suggested Journey... or, create your own... This is the time of Passing Within... the cycle of Lammas and the element of water... This is the path of the mature adult who seeks to live responsibly and to bring healing... to find enlightenment to become more deeply human... I invite you to explore this pathway when you wish to understand how best to act when the 'stuff' of life becomes overwhelming... when you seek peace in all ways...... I invite you to face the sacred directon of the West and... with all your senses embrace the colours, the sounds, smells and taste of Fall... connect with the Sacred Waters of Mother Ocean... her life-blood streams... her rivers and lakes... re-membering that 'water-knows-all-water indeed informs all water... Find a beautiful place in nature you love or imagine where the grand Cedars reside near where you live... with Grandmother Wolf as your guide... She invites you to listen to the birds singing high in the Cedars... With Grandmother beside you, ask her to take you on a journey to the place of the singing Cedars... say hello when you greet them... create a sacred space in a circle including the Standing Ones and yourself... Offer the Tall Ones an offering of gratitude for who they are and the gifts they freely give us.... for we wouldn't be here without the trees... as we breathe them and they breathe us... thank them for sheltering us... for warming us... for cleansing us... and feeding us in many ways...... Sit down with your back to one Old Tall One and connect deeper... again, use all your senses when you merge with her or him... feel the rough bark on your skin.. smell the musty damp moss in your nose... look up and embrace how s/he embraces you.... and listen deeply for a message s/he may share with you....................... take some time with this............................ ![]() When you feel you have received your message or sense of one... hold the essence of that message-gift sweetly cupped in both hands in front of your heart center... gently blow with the spirit of your breath into your hands three times.... feel it... know it... receive it.... and then mindfully place that essence into your heart... giving thanks.... Now, offer your gratitude and healing for those Cedars who are passing within.... You're invited to hold a vision of their healed state as if it has already happened within this present moment... while holding this vision-dreaming, use all your senses of what that would feel and look like - drive it with your strong emotion resonance and vibration... know this is happening right now... dream it into being....... hold it strong for as long as you are guided.... When your journey feels complete... return back to where you began.... again, give gratitude for this blessed opportunity... close your sacred space and come back into the room or where you are... close your own physical sacred circle-space and make note of any teachings or guidance you received during your journey... also know that deeper awareness may still come later... If you feel called, offer ceremony with a gift or despacho to the Sacred Cedars near you and/or hold them within your own mesa or bundle... I welcome you to share any insights you may have received in the comment below... so we can share with each other as we do when we gather to journey... to share our wisdom and the knowings from Grandmother Wolf and the Sacred Cedars... I thank you for connecting in and caring ... for they thank you too... Wishing you many bright blessings... with much love + light.. weaver x (((o))) below... the blessed sacred Cedars of Gabriola....... photos by weaver x Above post, shamanic journey meditation + photos by weaver © 2016 - all rights reserved...
- the 20-minute journey drumming track, 'riding the wave' with rattle can be purchased + downloaded at cdbaby.com - from the album, 'journey with laughing wolf' - thank you for supporting my work... with appreciation, weaver x (((o))) ![]() Ms. Murphy Gray 1999 - 2015 fa·mil·iar fəˈmilyər/Submit adjective 1. well known from long or close association. 2. in close friendship; intimate. Gee, time flies! It's already been a month since my sweet 'familiar' Murphy passed away suddenly (on the evening of May 8th, 2015)... Good ol' Murph was in my life for 16+ years... that's a long time that overlapped a few pachas in my own life... it's hard to believe she's truly gone - i have to admit it all happened a tad too fast... Murph was a constant heart-presence in my life... she especially loved being a part of sacred drum-birthing and all aspects of it... She would tend and hold space for the soaking hide whenever i was birthing a drum and enjoyed the sound whenever i played... she even liked the sound of the rattle... ![]() Since she passed, our house is a lot more quiet in a funny, strange way... Her usual routine is completely gone now, which has some getting used to... I truly miss her being with me in every moment when i was home... we were best 'familiar' buddies on so many levels... we knew each other so well... My heart feels much hurt tho also so full at the same time - an interesting feeling it is....... one i can only breathe through connecting me deeply... And so, we now feel her spirit in a whole new way... my partner and i sense her often now in her 'familiar' spots where she snoozed, played, lounged and ate... i have caught her in the corner of my eye a lot - we know she is still with us... and always will be... ![]() Murph, my sweet little four-legged... i really miss you... i miss your constant talking... your sleek Russian-Blue grayness immense beauty... our high-five's, playing 'Kato'-chase... and how much you taught me about deep love of the heart in any given present moment... thank you for this dear gift sweetie........ I know you're lounging in your usual Sphinx-fashion somewhere over the rainbow bridge... i honour you... i will never forget you... i love ya boo! - your 'familiar' spirit, weaver x (((o))) all photos of dear ms. murphy by weaver... © copyright - all rights reserved x (((o)))
![]() update: I thought i had repaired that little tear i wrote about a few posts ago - when laughing wolf accidentally fell and was wounded.... and out of the blue one day, i discovered the tear had split even more... it had grown sooo long that dear laughing wolf now requires a complete re-skinning... she will never ever sound or look the same again...... a major 'death' of sorts... stuff is definitely shifting... Ouch!... it all feels pretty strange that she is no longer 'playable' or sounding her beautiful resonant voice... soon, i will be removing her beautiful torn goat hide and have called + prayed for a new voice-hide to come so i can re-birth her... A wonderful thing has happened during all this... spirit guided me to finally find and re-connect with John, the dear man who originally birthed laughing wolf - it was wonderful to re-connect with him again and he has taught me much about this sacred drum... thank you John with so much gratitude and appreciation... i am so very glad we are back in touch... he is freely sharing his knowledge with me to re-birth laughing wolf myself this time... I know deep in my heart that i am grieving and at the same time, very aware that i am in a deep place of transition of 'what's next?' = a new pacha... the tear actually originated from the place of the east - the place of my 'becoming' and new birth... ![]() I also find it quite interesting that i am care-taking yet another sacred drum without her hide and no physical voice... (the other is windwalker)... Recently, i was guided to ask a question of an elder grandmother... "Is there a message from our blessed earth mother's 'deep heart'?... Without hesitation, a deep teaching came through dear grandmother... "The deep heart of the mother needs healing........." ![]() "...What does mother's deep heart need?... "...allow your self to experience the frequency of that call........... [pause]... ...allow your self to know...if you hold your hands in Gaia mudra - with the thumb and the tip of the index finger together and the other fingers stretched out straight.........." "...Your body is the deep heart of the mother... the mind and every cell of your body, in every nucleus of every cell is a resonant frequency that absorbs the messages from the deep heart of mother earth..." "...You are the deep heart... when you go into the forest... you are the deep heart when you ride your horse over a pasture... you are the deep heart of the mother when you're swimming in an ocean - not a chlorinated pool..." "...You are the deep heart because you're 70-80% liquid... When you're in a powerful natural setting, you are receptive to the 'signature' and 'pulses' of 14 billion years of earth...and, that's the message from the deep heart...and my advocacy for you is to join us in a journey to the deep heart of the mother..." "...She is we and we are she now........." Thank you grandmother for this deep teaching... with so much gratitude... Perhaps having the responsibility of two very special sacred drums in my care at the moment, is teaching me a 'whole' new way of 'listening'... a way of 'wholeness'... 'be-ingness' and 'open-ness'... perhaps my dear drum - these two dear sacred drums are 'drumming me' for now... ...and that's okay - for now... I continue to await for 'what's next' knowing deep within my own 'knower and the known' that, all that matters is the present moment of right now... Bright blessings to you all with deep love and hoards of light - i look forward to being in sacred circle with you soon.... weaver x (((o))) PS... another update... what's interesting is that my teacher's drum broke almost the same way two weeks prior to my drum breaking... of which i can't help knowing that perhaps this relationship of 'teacher/student' has come to a much-needed close... "The wound is the place where the light enters you..." -Rumi there are no accidents! x (((o))) ![]() Talk about timing... it happened right out of the blue, just a couple days before our winter solstice sacred drum circle + ceremony this last December... laughing wolf, the 27-inch sacred 'big' wind drum that i humbly caretake and carry suddenly fell down - and she fell down hard... At first i thought she was okay however, with a closer look, her beautiful goat hide had been torn from the impact of the fall in the lower southeast... OMG, yikes!...my heart sank. I closed my eyes and was immediately catapulted to the center of my heart... all i could do was take one grrreat big deep breath and prayed.... Initially i wanted to cry right out loud... I believe a year or more earlier i certainly would have... In that moment of stark-reality as i hugged onto to my dear wounded drum... what i felt was a strange deep calm of sorts... Breathing certainly helped in a huge way... I also knew that this happening that happened to my sacred drum - an instrument sooo dear and close to me was probably some kind of 'shift'... perhaps a new pacha (time) has come right 'now'... Oh, how the sacred drum can place us in the present 'now' moment - even when i wasn't even playing her! This happened to one of my other drums about 11 years ago that also marked a new pacha shift for me... So, what is this present 'wounding' informing? What is the 'healed state' my dear drum showing me now?... I re-membered the beautiful quote by Rumi... "The wound is the place where the light enters you." Well... the light was definitely shining through me and that torn and ripped hide! And she had lost her voice - sounding like a buzzing, flapping piece of paper... oh my and wow............. A few days later, a friend pointed out that the tear held an interesting shape... she shared with me that she saw a snake's head with a forked tongue (see photo above)... How fitting to see sachamama/amaru the serpent of light now sitting so prevalent in the southeast of my drum facing east... This archetype traditionally sits in the medicine wheel in the south-place of the "physical"... Also, in the east, the 'eagle-place', the place of our "becoming"... new beginnings and vision... I know from this past year i have been dealing with some health issues a number of times - i am very aware i must attend to another layer of physical healing to embrace the "light" of who i truly am - without fear... my dear sacred drum has yet again revealed a 'healed state' for me on so many levels... and, i give thanks for this... I managed to repair the tear in time for the ceremony and it seems to have healed her for the time being - if i can call it that... I was thrilled she sounded again - tho, not quite the same as before... there is a new sound now within her sound it seems... perhaps there is a whole new "light-frequency" that has been birthed on some level...? Our winter solstice ceremony was beautiful as we welcomed the new light coming... I can still see the light shine through her new "open" amaru-serpent shape on her hide when i play her - reminding of the deep healing i have been given layer by layer as i continue my journey of the 'wounded healer'... As i still 'grieve' what happened and move through this recent 'wounding'... i remain "open" to what is next... One thing i know and have learned yet again is that "things never stay the same" that's for sure! I welcome this new year and new pacha time with excitement of what's next... Bright blessings to you all dear friends... with love and light, weaver x (((o))) ![]() It's a sad moment for all women (and men) drummers as Layne Redmond, woman frame drummer extraordinare, teacher, mentor, herstorian... and author of one of the most beautiful books ever written, called, "When the Drummers Were Women" passed away from cancer this morning. It was probably in 1998 or '99 while nosing around in a local Vancouver bookstore that Layne's newly published book (1997) literally dropped off the top of a shelf and fell into my hands... ![]() I was awe-struck and couldn't believe what i was seeing... at first glance of the cover, i was quite taken with the stunning beauty and powerful energy of this book... i loved the feel of the paper it was printed on and the engaging herstorical photos on every page - each image was of women from all cultures drumming from the beginning of time! I was elated and it excited me to learn more about my own 'woman' herstory being a female drummer... We've been drumming together since the beginning! Well... needless to say, i immediately bought the book and have had it on my book shelf ever since. I have read it often and since learning of Layne's passing i am reading it again. I was thrilled to learn and re-member that the first drummers were women... The first drum was the women's drum... yeah!!! Layne spent five years travelling and researching the ancient Goddess traditions and civilization in the Mideast and Europe... she collected and compiled hundreds of photos and drawings of ancient women drummers, mostly of Goddesses and and priestesses... Layne was compelled to create a powerful and empowering herstory of the sacred drum - the 'women's' sacred drum - an empowering reclaiming of the sacred feminine... The book has over 80 photos and drawings throughout. I recommend all women drummers to own and read this important book. The ancient frame drum was and is a women's symbol - of the sacred power of women... of creation... birth... and fertility... where, with one stroke of the sacred drum, everything comes into existence. One of my favourite and i feel most powerful and beautiful passages within, is a sacred teaching from Layne Redmond... First Sound............
I love how Layne's sharing acknowledges and confirms our women's sacred frame drum lineage... We come into this world, even before we are birthed into the physical human form with a deep pre-knowledge and knowingness of the sacred drum - there is a red-blood drumming and sourcing deeply rooted within our DNA - also within the rivers of our own blood and we pass this on to our children and they, their children... there is no beginning and no ending - we are a circle round like the sacred drum... like the moon and the sun and our blessed earth mother... We women are all drummers even before we are born... So, the exciting news is that we all (women and men) already KNOW HOW to drum even before we are born - because it is the sound of our mother's heart-beat and her blood pulse that taught us - 'her' blood is the first sound we ever hear within our mother's womb... This is also our 'blood' lineage as women that connects us all... ![]() "In ancient times, Layne writes... women used to often paint their drums red, the colour of blood or sometimes green, the colour of vegetation... as throughout the ancient world, these were primordial colours of life... Also, Sumerian frame drums are referred to as painted red, the sacred colour of blood... The Egyptian goddess Hathor sometimes manifests as the Seven Hathors, or the seven Celestial Cows... These seven birth goddesses set the fate of a newborn child by giving it seven souls... The 'ab' was the most important of these souls "because it was the central blood-soul emanating from the essence of the Mother." The Egyptians believed that the mother's menstrual blood descended from her heart to her womb to create the new child's life... The mother's heartbeat was the power behind creation... this is why her frame drum was often painted red - it represented the pulse of creation..." ![]() Back in the late 1980's i had a profound dream about being ceremonially gifted a sacred 'red drum' by another woman... i often wondered if i may be gifted such a red drum at some point and remained open to the possibility... It wasn't until years later that i realized that i was to birth my own sacred red drum... to gift my self and reclaim my own blood lineage as a sacred drum carrier... to step into my becoming as a sacred 'red' drum carrier... After that dream, i created some art that i titled, 'red drum dreaming' ... to assist me in dreaming this red drum into be-ing...... to this day, i still hold that sacred dream very dear to my heart because that dream has been fulfilled... I know now when i birth any sacred drum, that the blessed Goddess is guiding me on many levels... I am truly honoured to birth a special red drum to those womyn who are deeply called to hold one... and, i am truly honoured to be a part of helping other womyn to become red drum keepers ... to help hold the balance of our blessed earth Mother, great goddess... I know one can never 'own' a sacred drum... we are simply caretakers + holders of our precious drums... as we are the midwives + the keepers of our dear Mother's sweet voice and deep heart... In Layne's book, When the Drummers were Women included a whole chapter about the Island of Cypress which is the birthplace of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. In her research she discovered that at one time, there was a flourishing ancient tradition of women drummers in Cypress... though that tradition had been long lost to the rise of patriarchy... In 2004, women from Cypress who saw and read Layne's book invited her to come to Cypress to teach them the sacred frame drum to reclaim, once again, the sacred frame drum... which is now sounding yet again in Cypress! The women have re-membered! It gives me goosebumps when musing this... Before Layne passed, in the last few months of her life, she was passionately working on a revised edition of "When the Drummers were Women" - to be republished with added photos, text and accounts from women all over the world on how her book influenced and changed them... I do hope she was able to complete this, her life's work. Thank you Layne Redmond for your life's work and your journey of reclaiming the sacred women's frame drum... thank you for your sharings and teachings... for helping all women (and men) to re-member the ancient traditions and feminine lineage of drumming... You have inspired me and moved me to continue my passion of sharing the sacred drum to those who are drawn to re-member... to re-member and return to our blessed earth mother... With bright blessings to you dear sister of the sacred drum on your journey home to ride the pulse of the great red mother... i-yi-yah!!! We hear + feel your voice! ...in deep sacred gratitude, weaver x (((o))) • To learn more about Layne's work and legacy, i welcome you to visit her website at www.layneredmond.com and... www.whenthedrummerswerewomen.com Beautiful video: When the Drummers Were Women with Layne Redmond... enjoy! |
i wish to acknowledge with gratitude that i live, work + play on the traditional and unceded territory of the Snuneymuxw First Nation...
my blog writings...i'm a creative soul choosing to walk softly on our blessed earth mother's back... more here... categories
All
archives
March 2023
links• Healing Drum Quotes >>
|