Reblogged from Chronicles of an Orange Haired Woman.
Alienora and Dean were our Lore Keepers at the Feathered Seer weekend workshop. They rose to the challenge with utter magnificence… of which more will be said later… and then the Shaman stepped in…
The drum called, its stick an instant friend in my hand, unexpected tingle of familiarity up my right arm. I knew the figure crouched at my left, bright streams of Sun colour a solar-fall down the cloak of pure gold. I recognised the tall shadow of the Shaman, dark feathers shining unearthly green and blue, pelts still giving off the slight whiff of the animals which gifted them, sharp beak a stern reminder of mortality.
Stones – tall and weathered, humming and sparking with energy – surrounded us; the steep slope, shawled with grazing kine behind, a powerful shoulder for the people to gather strength from, or weep upon. The Circle fizzed and fuzzed with expectant silence. Sun, a radiant smile overhead, blessed the sacred site with its vernal benison, though the catch in the throat and the infinitesimal darkening and deepening of Sky’s evening palette suggested imminent transition. Darkness waiting in the wings of the land, its bridge of colour hovering.
The Shaman’s eyes met mine. The kneeling priest, poised, offered the perfect taut circle of the drum, the dermal sacrifice of creatures long forgotten ready to find, emulate and ultimately match the Mother’s deep heartbeat.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
love the photo…this is something I’ve always wanted to do, drumming. maybe still…
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It is never too late… 😉
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I re-visited your Feathered Seer/Silent Eye site. intriguing indeed
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Thank you. We hold a number of events every year, open to all, as well as the correspondence course… but it is the people who join us for either or both that make the works so special 🙂
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sounds interesting
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It is, for us…always 🙂
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never too late…a year or so ago I was into wanting a drum, but a fancy one in a spirit-shop, and had no money. really, I tend to run on the very edge. so when I say no money I mean I’m digging in the bottom of old purses for coins. haha. I do love drums though, any percussion noise…I’ll drum on an empty coffee can w/lid. Now that I think of it I want an authentic drummer’s drum. It would be fun to make one…
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I can sympathise with that 🙂 I think that the real beauty the key, rather than external beauty…you would make it your own.
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yes, I enjoy trying hand at such projects my
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So do I 🙂
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