I participated in the most unusual experience last night: I went out into the middle of the desert with a group of people and beat a drum to the setting sun. The purity and humbleness of the Native American drums when combined with the sound of the aurora drums, was magical and time-travel mysterious. Very soothing and sensual, I became aware of the rhythms and vibrations which helped my mind and body ease into a more primitive and relaxed state. The setting sun positioned itself against the backdrop of purple desert mountains and it was as if I could feel the awareness of an old soul in union with a former dimension of raw naked life, amidst raw naked beauty.
I wasn’t certain what kind of humans participated in this weekly gathering, maybe some old hippies or New-Agers…? I am willing to try anything once, so I came with some friends and an open mind; turns out that the people were completely average, no hippies or witches, and they gather once per week to release the stresses of modern life and to embrace the simplicity of the musical heart beating to the rhythms of nature. In an age when everything has become so complicated, the unencumbered and raw sounds of beauty are most welcome. I just might try it again…?