The days are lengthening out, I have been mapping the position of the sunset each clear evening and noticeably grandfather Sun is going down further west and later each evening.
The grassy tufts in the meadows are still bleached brown by the frost and snow and yet we all know that under the frozen surface the seeds and shoots are waiting, full of vigour and potential, their roots going down into the Mother are strong, ready for the leap forward and upward towards the sky Father, as if pulled and pushed in their rejoicing towards the source of life.
That is the teaching that the plants have to offer us:
await for the right time,
there is no hurry,
be patient,
know that your time will come,
breathe and rest,
haste makes waste
the wave of change that we have all invested in will become a reality,
let’s do it together all of us spring upward together, so massive and powerful will that be that no one or no thing can stop us.
Sacred Drumming is all about timing and learning from the natural forces around us, we can learn from the meadows, the distant mountains, sky breezes and tall trees.
When we walk our feet connect with the earth with the same continuous and even beat as the heart, one two, one two, one two.
Winter is the time for walking, do some and watch your foot falls in relation to your breath, and try walking with a staff and watch how the rhythm of your feet is supported by the slower placement of the staff.
Watch yourself going into a trance as you move at your own pace over the earth.
Observe how much more aware you are becoming of the plants and animals as you walk in a conscious drum beat trance of a walk. It is not about speed it is about refreshment, pace and flow.
Each morning I walk out into the snow covered meadows just west of our apartment with our spaniel Neda, we have a routine.
Me singing Arti (an ancient Indian Bajan) she trotting along sniffing and sniffing….and more sniffing.
She has to do her toilet and I have to collect and dispose of it, which is a walk down north to the bin by the road.
Walking back now going south I prepare myself to make prayers.
I have found a site of what must have been a sacred grove or temple because there are swirling spirals of energy all leading up to one spot.
This I previously marked out, by pacing and divining with pendulum, staff, copper rods and tingling fingers, then marked with stones and sticks, now it has been dismantled physically (by the farmer) but that’s OK since I know the structure by energy and each day I dowse my way in with my hands and staff, which makes it alive and fun.
In the centre I make my prayers, make the start to my day, another day to live and find balance and happiness.
I have taken to turning sun-wise on the spot which is a Five Tibetan Yoga exercise, like a Spinning Dervish dancer, scribing the circle of life, looking at the flying feather at the end of of my staff…my child is alive!
Neda will still be sniffing around close by and when we are both satisfied with our time spent, together we go home for breakfast.
So enjoy your winter and spring walks, try this walking as if you are drumming exercise out and please feed back to me your experiences.
