by Joshua S. Levin
My drum speaks to me, as dreams speak, as animals speak, as lovers speak with their eyes. My drum began to speak when I began to listen. The more I listen, the more it speaks. My lover is the same. It is magical because it is simple. It is super because it is natural. It is simply a drum, and I am simply listening.
The following word dance describes the harvest and the toil of a drummer's deep play in the microcosm of the community drum circle. The second age of the reawakening of the drum has begun and it is time to gather for the telling of our stories. The tale that is contained within these pages can be heard night after night from rim to center in the circle of sound and movement that I call drum and dance meditations. Let us remember together...Read More
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