We offer playshops and facilitate gatherings of spontaneous creations between musicians, poets, artists and dancers, demonstrating the importance of the arts to the evolution of our culture as well as to our common humanity.
In bringing our gatherings to a close, we invite folks to write letters to themselves, seal them in envelopes, and then we mail them back in three months, providing often powerful reminders of what occurred. One participant shared her reflections with us...
May 18, 2014
Letter to Self
Sun bronzed on back and shoulders.
Salt in hair, legs stretched and teased
into new found shapes
that brought summer in.
First time in a music circle,
first time on a drum, pounding sticks,
bouncing ball to carved wood instrument.
All new new new and delicious.
To be included;
To be safe
To discover new expression.
Bead box re-opened after years of attic quiet;
joining parts, wrapping lines on metal tangled..
the heavy breathing of surf and wind.
Hummus and sunsets and porches and birds watching.
Opening opening opening.
This is what kept happening.
Reach again and again
for that opportunity to open.
Breathe, roll, see anew.
This is a magical brightness
An irresistible circle of women.
So glad to be in the mix.
From the April 2012 afternoon gathering
Yesterday's workshop was such fun, so uplifting and "healing" - thank you for offering it. I loved the inclusive nature of it, the "everything's ok" and the "there are no mistakes". I loved that EVERYONE is melodic when they speak, and EVERYONE is rhythmical.
So many people will say, "I don't have an ear for music..." etc. etc. and you banished that thought from the start. And it was neat because, for example, M. really COULD sing and she was adamant that she WASN'T musical. She had a lovely voice, as did everyone, in their way.