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Third Annual Spring Equinox Erotic Drum
Friday, March 20 7PM - 10PM Spring House Center, 28th and Garfield South Minneapolis Suggested donation: $20 but Do Not let money be your obstacle! No reservations needed - just arrive ready for wahoo. Plenty of free street parking, and some spots on the parking lot (park only in spaces marked "spring house parking.") |
The night will be a communal prayer of gratitude to the Life Force; it will be an offering of spiritual food at the Spring Equinox to the awakening powers in nature after this long winter. Our drums, our bodies, our words and our opened Eros will be our gift to the earth Spirit, our song to the seeds, and with these offerings we warm the land.
Questions? Contact Jaime: drummingthesoulawake@gmail.com |
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We celebrate the spring equinox by dedicating our drumming night to summoning the erotic energies of the earth-life-force emerging in the land. We’ll be at Spring House Center in Minneapolis in the upstairs, large wooden-floored space. Last year we had nearly 100 throbbin’, bobbin’, drum-hobnobbin’ wahoo seekers in the room, and it was a spiritual ecstasy-fest.
Come and get your happy-hand-slap drum groove on, and your swervy-curvy dance groove on. It will be a night to become early spring flowers bursting open, spilling star fragrance and lightning-song into the room. We will have erotic poetry to tease the ears, tingle the skin and nibble the most powerful erotic part of our body: our imagination. We will have tasty pleasures to surprise the tongue. And surprises for the skin. No drum experience needed - I’ll teach you what you need to know, and what I don’t teach, Drum Spirit will teach you on the spot. No drum needed – borrow one of mine if you need to. You have permission to dress in any way that invokes, honors, and nourishes the Erotic-life-fire force. Did I mention that we’ll have the Serpent Goddess Sisters in the house to lick up sun-earth-fire and kiss it into your Winter-frozen aura? This evening needs help! If you want to read an erotic poem, let me know by emailing me the poem. There’s a difference between erotica and porn. What is it? Maybe this: “Erotica uses a feather; porn uses the whole chicken.” Another way to think about it is this: our evening is one long wooing praise song to the sensuous Divine, an evening-length seductive prayer that caresses erotic heat into the spiritual body of the land, and up from it. If you’d like to read a poem but don’t have one in mind, let me know and I can assign you one. You’ll want to practice it so you don’t gasp while reading. If you’d like to bring tasty delights for the tongue, please do, and please let me know. If you have inspirations for what else might happen in this evening that I have not described here, feel free to email me. FYI, I’ll be out of town and off the grid March 2-10 so I won’t return emails. |
It smells of earth and grows from your flesh.
I lie in your arms and drink myself giddy and warm. I perish in you, then sleep away the late-winter night caressed by the early summer of your breath on my neck. I sense you through the fabric of my dreams: You are crouching in the tall green grass A tight-muscled predator Your eyes hovering, devouring the look of me. Your lips part in a proud smile. Held carefully in your teeth, a shiny pearl. I gasp, and awaken. The new spring sun streams through the window. You reach for me and your mouth finds my mouth. - Jaime Meyer Adapted form 22-year old Norwegian poet Halldis Moren, 1929 |
