Early morning August sunshine this campervan morning bathes the trees and landscape. There is an autumnal feel to the morning, yet it’s still officially summer. A brisk occasional breeze shakes bough, branch and leaf. The debris from yesterdays winds, twigs and leaves deposited around me. A freshness to the morning, clouds streak across the sky, a mixture of cirrus and cumulus hurtling over head. No birds to speak of, the crows of the last few days appear to have moved on, a couple of pigeons in the nearby ash, the screech of those dreadful green parrots as the fly briefly overhead. We seem to have lost the starlings and blackbirds that were my regular companions, and no sign of any of the smaller garden birds either. The air is full of rustling leaves and creaking branches ; the occasional take off, landing and passing plane intruding into the sounds. More drumming busyness today, working with and exploring individual and group dynamics as we drum. Taking note of the relationships that unfold in the hour that we are together, between the individual and the drum, between people in the circle and also with the music that we are making. Absorbing body language, gestures, words, rhythms and contributions. Listening to the whole, but hearing the individual. Feeling the energy of the group and each individual within it, meeting them where they are at and taking them on a wee journey. Each person sharing their own rhythmical point of view and experience through the drum. Building and deepening connections between us all and hopefully them taking that away into their day. More of the same today. Lovely days people.
“ Words divide, but sounds unite “. June Boyce - Tillman.
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