To mark the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter I allowed myself the gift of birthing a medicine drum. It was a 17 hour process from start to finish, a process that I shared with 8 other brave souls. People who were called for very different reasons to bring the sacred into the every day.

The creation of the drum brings different teachings and medicine to each individual and as part of the process once everyone’s drum and beater is complete each drum is blessed by the shaman and everyone is gifted with the medicine of their drum.

The teaching of my drum was about faults and that the journey of life is filled with many faults but by continuing to put one foot in front of the other I have become aware of the sacred journey of life. That is, that everything is part of us, as within so without, as above so below and that our wholeness is comprised of cracks.

I was reminded of the words of Leonard Cohen’s Anthem;

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring (ring the bells that still can ring)
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

The medicine and gift of my drum was the spirit of healing through grace. Of knowing that in our imperfection the offering of grace allows for the healing medicine to flow. To follow the Path of the medicine woman and the wisdom of the grandmothers.

And so the healing journey continues with an even deeper appreciation for the sacred hoop of life.