Recounting the beauty that took place at Sundays Winter Solstice celebration, it started with a vision. Once beckoning the divine feminine spirit so profound in history, that she knew she wanted to relive those moments. she gathered her sisters round, encouraging us to share our voices, our instruments and our heart.
“At the end, as at the beginning, stands the archetypal power of the Divine Feminine—the goddess. She is our future as she was our past. With her drum in hand, playing her sacramental rhythms, women can once again take their place in the world as technicians of the sacred. In the pulse of my drum, in the beat of my heart, I erect an alter to her forever.”
We walked the streets of Abbott Kinney, singing, playing and receiving each others energy until we landed on the beach just north of the pier. We honored the four directions, placed flower offerings on the sand as the drums echoed and her songs vibrated before us.
We sang until the sun set witnessing the dreamiest colors that layered before us, and a cloud that seemingly looked as if it was moving towards us, dancing in the sky and mesmerizing us as if to say that those Gods thanking us for serenading them. Those last moments seemed so timeless as we watched in amazement of the sky changing, shifting in colors...
“Because drumming was recognized as an ancient source and symbol of the power of female technicians of the sacred, drumming was banned. Henceforth divinity was to be exclusively masculine. The suppression of women was directly linked to the suppression of the goddess.” - Layne Redmond, When the Drummers were Women”