My name is Karenna, and I’m a drum-aholic. I’m not ashamed or proud of that. It’s simply something that is. And as I begin my eighth year of playing the djembe drum, here’s some of what I know:
- Hitting and slapping the drum and generally using it as a hand trampoline is something I’ll most likely do as long as I live. If reincarnation exists, and if I really have to come back here (and I certainly hope not), I’ll include a djembe clause in my soul contract for my next lifetimes.
- I absolutely love connecting with the rhythms and patterns of the universe through the touch of my hands on the skin of the drum.
- I’ve seen the drum soothe and sometimes heal various physical ailments in people I’ve known. I’ve seen it spark the life force in those who are close to exiting this world. I experienced the healing power of the drum as I ushered my husband into the arms of the universe. That was a biggie.
- I love the djembe. I love the djembe. I love the djembe.
- Well okay, maybe I’ll reincarnate again, but only if I can come back as a djembe master.
In the January 2017 issue of the Humboldt County Senior News, there’s a short piece (around 350 words) I wrote about how I came to drum and the therapeutic and spiritual benefits of it. So much more can be said about drumming, and I’m sure I’ll write more about it one day. But for now, I am moved to spend that time with my drum while that essay simmers and bubbles and takes shape.
Here’s the Senior News piece, followed by a list of videos that show some pretty cool drumming going on . . . . .
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Hooked on Drumming
by Karenna Wright
It echoes the human pulse, structures our life force, demands our presence, and weaves a cadenced web of well-being and support. It’s the first sound we hear in the womb–not our mother’s heartbeat–but the sound of the blood coursing through her veins. “It” is rhythm.
Mickey Hart, a drummer for the Grateful Dead, Continue reading