By LCL Fellow, Steve Scoggin
The attached photo is of Pritchard Park in Asheville, NC where every Friday evening the community gathers for the Asheville Drum Circle. I had the privilege of participating in this life giving event this past Friday while visiting Asheville.
In this tiny spot at the center of downtown the community gathers to let the beat of drums and percussion instruments penetrate the soul inviting the body to shake out the rigors of the work week. Young, old, gay, straight and all the colors of the rainbow gather to celebrate life. There is no leader, just the rhythm moving different speeds and cadences taking on a life of its own. There is an energy, coherence, and sense of unity as the drums beat and the song finds its own beginning and ending. The seeming chaos has a beauty and order to it as one drum session ends and another emerges from the crowd of drummers. The square is a petri dish of life as the sounds unite mind, body and soul in a community rite.
The attached photo is of Pritchard Park in Asheville, NC where every Friday evening the community gathers for the Asheville Drum Circle. I had the privilege of participating in this life giving event this past Friday while visiting Asheville.
In this tiny spot at the center of downtown the community gathers to let the beat of drums and percussion instruments penetrate the soul inviting the body to shake out the rigors of the work week. Young, old, gay, straight and all the colors of the rainbow gather to celebrate life. There is no leader, just the rhythm moving different speeds and cadences taking on a life of its own. There is an energy, coherence, and sense of unity as the drums beat and the song finds its own beginning and ending. The seeming chaos has a beauty and order to it as one drum session ends and another emerges from the crowd of drummers. The square is a petri dish of life as the sounds unite mind, body and soul in a community rite.
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