In my Celtic tradition, this is the time of year when the various (often warring) tribes came together to make peace for the winter (because no one really wants to fight in winter). Truces, deals and relationships were forged. Games were played, and the last revelry of summer welcomed.
This event has two simple intentions.
1) To gather together drummers, drum lovers, Earth Lovers and anyone who has a heartbeat inside them, to drum, dance, and cavort in green jubilation, to let the human joy flower spring open, to fill the world with the Wahoo it needs. In previous years, the day has drawn about 120 people.
2) To dive into a place of communal reverence for the healing, beautifying, cleansing, and embracing powers of this lovely earth. To remember who we are as human beings. That we are not what we own and or what we buy. We are not the costume we put on in order to make a living - we are souls on a human journey. We are sacred ocean poured into a fragile container to take a land journey. We gather to remember that we are connected to one another and that we are related to the crawling, leaping, swimming, soaring, winding, fluttering and gleaming beings of this world, and also to the flowing, flowering, forceful energies, that are seen and unseen.
Consider bringing with you:
What about rain?
We have the shelter rented, starting at 4. There's some room in there for drumming if it's actively raining. (But I urge you to dance in the rain.) The ceremonies will happen, rain or shine.
There's a suggested donation of $20. (We will pass the bucket at the end). Please don't let money keep you away. If you are an Earth-lover, come, pay what you can, jump into your authentic humanness. Wahoo!
Remember: There are two entrances to Hidden Falls Park, the north and south gate. Ours is the north gate.
6 PM: Community drumming (formally) begins.
6:30: The Blessing of the Waters Ceremony.
7:30: Drumming and the Blessing of the Fire of Summer and of the Mother of Harvest. The calling back of lost soul energy into our bodies.
8:15 - Sundown: Drumming, dancing, communal, ebullient wahoo.
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Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It's more than bones.
It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It's more than the beating of the single heart.
It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life—just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe