Circling
Sarah said: you should come tonight.
And I so wanted to drum. I find myself aching for it sometimes.
I wanted them to come, too, but I would have gladly gone alone as well.
In the end, they came and it was good.
So good.
At first I just tapped the edge of my metal chair.
That didn't satisfy me for long.
I needed to be closer to the earth.
I needed to be rooted in Her.
I grabbed Andy's Djembe and rode that synthetic skin...finding my beat steady and solid...transcending.
I realized again how much I love the way the body of the drum vibrates between my legs, how much I just wanted to stay there, pounding slow and rhythmic, straight in the middle, the bass of sex. I felt extended and easily found my place in the circle, wrapping my cosmic limbs around the middle of each participant, hearing/feeling their unique beat and adjusting mine to fit one after the other, always aware of the overall tone and rush and peak and ebb and flow of sound and sensation and pulse and beat.
I smirked mid-round to think how similar that feeling was to riding a motorcycle...the vibrations of the bike running up my long legs, radiating through my torso, down my arms...my cheek leaning on the back of someone I trust to drive safely, someone who will just let me enjoy and relax and BE. I miss California for the days on the back of a bike that I never got.
Harumph.
Any of my friends with bikes want to offer a ride? ;)
Towards the end I just wanted to dance.
Dance and feel my body move wild and primal.
I am looking forward to Dance of Devotion at the end of the month.
I can feel Spring sweep through my dark corners. Everything is blooming. Do you feel it? That pull to come out of hibernation, to come out of the long sleep, to shake and stretch and grin and lick. To be full. To be full. To be full. To hear my rhythm completely, to play hard and real and true, and not question my place in the symphony of souls.
I am rhythm. Hear me roar.
And I so wanted to drum. I find myself aching for it sometimes.
I wanted them to come, too, but I would have gladly gone alone as well.
In the end, they came and it was good.
So good.
At first I just tapped the edge of my metal chair.
That didn't satisfy me for long.
I needed to be closer to the earth.
I needed to be rooted in Her.
I grabbed Andy's Djembe and rode that synthetic skin...finding my beat steady and solid...transcending.
I realized again how much I love the way the body of the drum vibrates between my legs, how much I just wanted to stay there, pounding slow and rhythmic, straight in the middle, the bass of sex. I felt extended and easily found my place in the circle, wrapping my cosmic limbs around the middle of each participant, hearing/feeling their unique beat and adjusting mine to fit one after the other, always aware of the overall tone and rush and peak and ebb and flow of sound and sensation and pulse and beat.
I smirked mid-round to think how similar that feeling was to riding a motorcycle...the vibrations of the bike running up my long legs, radiating through my torso, down my arms...my cheek leaning on the back of someone I trust to drive safely, someone who will just let me enjoy and relax and BE. I miss California for the days on the back of a bike that I never got.
Harumph.
Any of my friends with bikes want to offer a ride? ;)
Towards the end I just wanted to dance.
Dance and feel my body move wild and primal.
I am looking forward to Dance of Devotion at the end of the month.
I can feel Spring sweep through my dark corners. Everything is blooming. Do you feel it? That pull to come out of hibernation, to come out of the long sleep, to shake and stretch and grin and lick. To be full. To be full. To be full. To hear my rhythm completely, to play hard and real and true, and not question my place in the symphony of souls.
I am rhythm. Hear me roar.