In that moment all of me wants to quit, or in the very least sit down and pout. But, I still have to shower and get ready, load the car and finish writing an invocation. No sitting or quitting.
When I finally get in the car along with all my stuff, I take a few deep breaths. In between the breaths I hear someone say
"The torn skin is the highest blessing for what you are about to do."
I feel the truth of that in my bones and I realize that even before we start we have been blessed. I was telling Lisa the other day, the gift is on the other side of the wound. I could be pissed off or sad about needing to re-skin the drum. I mean, I don't know how to do that. So, I will have to find someone who does. Instead, I'm kind of happy about knowing it has served up to its last measure in thousands of healings and drum circles. It has brought joy. It has made music. Today will be it's last playing and I can't imagine a better home for the last energy of the drum to reside in than at WWFaC. It will be retired after today.
I gave the honor of it's last playing to Mary Pierce Brosmer. It made perfect sense that she be the one to shatter it fully and release the energy. I mean who better to do that than the person who imagined the very place we stood?
There will be other drums. There are other drums already. This will always be my first drum. The one I bought to facilitate healing work. The one with the traditional Navaho inspired hands painted on the skin. I will continue to love it even after it's re-skinned. Even after it becomes a new drum with the re-skinning. I will miss my old friend, but I know that it's energy will continue to do good work.