drum maidens in procession singing
give me grace and glory
to find a balm for woe
to comfort and to bless
the angels work below
below, where we root and take hold
grow forth from the fertile soil of our dreams
and so on to seeds
and back to bloom again
drum maidens in procession
There’s something entirely supernatural about a sunny spring day when new growth appears everywhere, pulled out of the master magicians’ hat. My magician is a woman with a hand drum who has been known for many thousands of years by many names: Demeter and Isis, Inanna and Hathor, and others.
I cut out phrases I liked from an old hymnal and glued them down randomly, only to discover that they’d formed themselves into a rhyming stanza.
Lately I’ve been reading Layne Redmond’s book When the Drummers Were Women and playing her hand drum music from the album “Invoking the Muse”, which draws me into a dancing meditation.
Andy and I went to the beach yesterday, listening to his Reggae playlists all the way there – a different kind of drumming to be sure, but not that different. The beach was pretty deserted and I had the whole expanse of sand to dance on with all that drumming still going on in my head.