DRUMMING
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Good Poetry Makes the universe admit a Secret : I am Really just a tambourine, Grab hold, Play me Against your warm Thigh. - Hafiz |
MY JOURNEY IN DRUMMING
I have always felt connected to the vibration of the drum.
The sound of traditional frame drums and tambourines from southern Italy would make my heart beat so fast and tears come into my eyes but for so long I felt I wasn't allowed to do it. Instead, from the time I was a child into my teenager years, I studied the piano. Classical music really didn't help me in my journey to go toward something that I was feeling vibrate deep inside of me, much more instinctive than all the beautiful music I was learning.
When I went to live in the forest, shy and hidden, I started to drum and sing. I had no idea where those chants where coming from but I was hearing them. Were they coming from the skin of the drum? It was such a deep calling from an intimate place within myself that was asking to be watered. Very hesitantly, listening to that calling, I tried to respond to it.
It was in 2009, while I was in Peru, working in a beautiful circle of people connected to sacred medicine work from native traditions, that I reconnected deeply to my voice. A that time, the deep wish to drum and dance more in my life manifested so clearly that became impossible not to attend to it anymore. Since then it has been a long, and not always easy, process of accepting that deep call and has brought me, in these last years, to study different frame drum traditions with different teachers, and the zarb (Persian drum) with Iranian master Djamchid Chemirani.
And little by little, I started to share the rhythm and my voice with people.
I'm extremely grateful to Biff Mithoefer and Prema Mayi who showed me the way and opened a space to allow this to happen.
The sound of traditional frame drums and tambourines from southern Italy would make my heart beat so fast and tears come into my eyes but for so long I felt I wasn't allowed to do it. Instead, from the time I was a child into my teenager years, I studied the piano. Classical music really didn't help me in my journey to go toward something that I was feeling vibrate deep inside of me, much more instinctive than all the beautiful music I was learning.
When I went to live in the forest, shy and hidden, I started to drum and sing. I had no idea where those chants where coming from but I was hearing them. Were they coming from the skin of the drum? It was such a deep calling from an intimate place within myself that was asking to be watered. Very hesitantly, listening to that calling, I tried to respond to it.
It was in 2009, while I was in Peru, working in a beautiful circle of people connected to sacred medicine work from native traditions, that I reconnected deeply to my voice. A that time, the deep wish to drum and dance more in my life manifested so clearly that became impossible not to attend to it anymore. Since then it has been a long, and not always easy, process of accepting that deep call and has brought me, in these last years, to study different frame drum traditions with different teachers, and the zarb (Persian drum) with Iranian master Djamchid Chemirani.
And little by little, I started to share the rhythm and my voice with people.
I'm extremely grateful to Biff Mithoefer and Prema Mayi who showed me the way and opened a space to allow this to happen.