Look What Followed Me Home – A Grandmothers Drum!
October 10, 2024
Article highlights:
- A special drum
- and bowl
- and news from the road
It was wonderful to be out on the road again, seeing friends, doing ceremony, meeting interesting strangers, logging some miles. All went smoothly… even when I got caught in a huge windstorm with driving rain and hail on a dark lonely stretch of road with no pullouts or services!
It was a couple of tense hours of slow driving that included a bit of vehicular hydro-planing. Luckily, I learned to drive in Alaska in all kinds of weather so, as I said, all went surprisingly smoothly. And in the way of road trips, it was also great to get back home. And look what followed me home!!
It’s the Grandmothers drum I mentioned. Isn’t it a beauty? I’m sharing ceremonial rights to it with my friend Greg Pruitt. I call it a Grandmothers drum (plural) because there are certainly more than one Grandmother that comes through.
In fact I think I’d have to say it’s a Grandmothers and friends drum – the grandmothers seem to invite others along to the ceremony as they please. It’s a pleasure and an honor to share the blessing of being kahu (Hawaiian for caretaker, guardian, protector) for this wonderful conduit of Spirit.
In addition, a unique bowl came back with me too, a metal one with a distinct sound. When I first saw it, it identified itself to me as “Star Family.” Since my own singing and chanting -as a Galactic Shaman – is always in conjunction with star beings, that caught my attention.
I’m also sharing kahu responsibilities with Greg for this beautiful bowl. So far more than one person has said it’s a bowl “not created in this dimension.” I’m not yet sure what that means, but I can say that so far working with it is deeply impactful, healing and elevating. You can see the bowl behind the drum in the picture. I’ll share a better picture of it in a later blog post, after I’ve worked with it longer.
It seems to identify as “we” and “they” – I guess that’s its pronoun, lol. Perhaps the same could be said of the drum, 😉. The bowl evokes ancient memory as well as communicating profoundly with the stardust we all carry in our bodies. At the same time, though, it is soft and gentle and, like the drum, opens all to their own unique light-filled beauty.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to share time together around the drum and bowl? May that be so one day.
Until then, may the blessings of drum and bowl resonate in your heart,
With love,
Mayet
Your Transition and the 555
October 3, 2024
Article highlights:
- The # 5
- My little book of change
- Change or Transmutation?
We’ve been ruminating a little about changes as I share some of what’s going on with me. I’ll return soon to more about my work changes but I should add that I have an overall feeling of change, that there seems to be interesting inner transformations going on with me, as well as outer. It’s going on at a group level for many of us, wouldn’t you say?
The number of change is 5 and if I had a favorite number (why choose?) I think it would be five. When I’ve said that to others, new age people have often groaned, “Change? Ugh!” So it’s somewhat dreaded by many, apparently.
I guess because I’m more of a glass-half-full type of person, I assume change might be a positive thing. And having an artistic nature, I trust shift and chaos and not-knowing – all parts of change – as part of a creative process. I have a degree of comfort and even skill with it, I suppose.
That doesn’t mean it’s comfortable when it’s upon me, or that I always love it or feel no fear, not at all. It feels how it feels depending on what’s happening. But I do have a certain facility with the process. Perhaps confidence in that develops over the course of one’s life, or so it seems to me.
It’s important to develop that skill, after all change is one of the few real constants in life. If we don’t like the weather, it will change. If it’s a difficult time, personally-speaking, it will change. I guess the rub comes – the fear arises – in knowing that if we like the weather, or our current life circumstance, life has taught us that these too might change.
Accepting that life = change doesn’t come easily to us, does it? Spiritual resilience has a great deal to do with one’s ability to handle change or the need for change. Spiritual maturity includes a certain acceptance of, and ability with, change.
I’ve been making a little book of change. It’s an art book I’m crafting, not a book I’m writing for publication. I thought today I’d share a simple formula I’m using in it. It’s one Spirit gave me some years ago regarding change and the number 5.
5 = Transition
55 = Transformation
555 = Transmutation
Transition, a great word for change. More accurate.
Transition, transformation and transmutation are three very important words to the spiritual sojourner. Thinking of change in this way is very interesting to me. Something fun for us to ponder together.
I’m in transition in my life… not sure what it all means. I don’t feel everything about it can be named or even understood. But it’s nice to talk about it and share what I can, and I feel lucky to be able to do that here with you.
Love, dear one, in these amazing times of transition, transformation and transmutation. Which do you think you’re going through? (Hint: you can check all three boxes.)
💜 Mayet
Road Report – Sharing the Beauty of the Sea
September 26 , 2024
Article highlights:
- A photo
- And a prayer
A Road Report for you,
Today I have a moment to share from the road. It was all so delicious and blessed but it began on the vast Atlantic shore with a sunrise and prayer and a song – the DayBreak Song, of course. Here’s a photo that gives the flavor of being there, and below is the prayer.
Such beauty. And the ocean!!! It warmed the heart of this old salt, raised on the northern ocean and now – landlocked in Oklahoma – often longing for the open sea.
It filled me with blessings. Nature always reflects the beauty of our own nature, reminding of who we are and how we are meant to live. Don’t you feel that in natural settings too?
Nature my nature
To the ocean I come
To the freshness of air and light
And the cold of wind on my skin
Nature my nurture
I refresh my mind
And feel the cleansing water
Rushing over my feet
Cool and wet
The black sand below, teaming
With life, mingles with my own
Nature my Mother
Midwife of form
I thank you and offer back
All the Love and Light I Am
To lift you in the never-ending
Reciprocity of all living things.
It’s me, Mayet, and I love you so.
Nature my succor
I rest in the arms of your vitality
May I live in the blessings of receiving
And giving and receiving and giving
And receiving without end
As that which is God has intended
By bestowing the miracle of
The breath of Life
The common essence and
Nature of all things.
Blessings be upon me
Blessings be upon us
Blessings be unto all
Blessed be.
This is my prayer,
Mayet Leilani