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INVITATION: Music and Cacao Ceremony Event – FRIDAY DEC. 3

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/kirtan-cacao-ceremony-sound-healing-tickets-150131119219

I’m inviting you to a Cacao Ceremony this coming Friday from 5:30-8:00 pm, December 3 at RADICILE SANA, 22 N. Bellview, Mesa, AZ. Space is limited to 15 people with payment in advance through eventbrite (on the link above). Click it to register & for details on what cacao actually is, what to expect during the ceremony, and some items you may need.

A sound healing musician, friend, and yoga teacher Crystal Valentina, has led Cacao Ceremonies and sound healing for over five years. Such a ceremony meets in a community setting around the elements of chant, sound healing, and cacao.

If you’ve never participated in a one, why not try something new? Expand your comfort zone and learn what you may need and want even if you are not aware of it. Think of the possibility to experience heightened sensations, focused intentions, and active empathy.

By invitation, I’ll be a guest musician and participant with everyone on Friday night. It will be fun to make voice with you and play sitar and guitar. NOTE: The kirtan style chant, a common part of cacao ceremony, is not a singing contest. The purpose of chanting in mindfulness is discovered when the gathered community sound as one voice (the vocal instrument) accompanied by other instruments.

GATHERING AT THE VALLEY OF FLUID ANGLES

Words and music below for my spoken word piece accompanied by sitar.

My friend Dino Corvino in his, “Here You Are Wausau” podcast will be focusing on Writing in Public – what he also calls citizen journalism – in his next few episodes. He’ll be speaking with a few friends that write, talking about his own writing, and will publish these podcasts soon.

I spoke with him regarding aspects of writing: process, ego, why we write, how we started, and more. It was lots of fun, and in the middle of our convo, drawing from an experience with my friend Randy here in Arizona, I stated that a writer also puts something in the public eye to make a statement.

This strikes me as a credo for all artists, and while I’ve not put anything in public with sitar before, here is a combined sitar and written word work. Wait till it’s dark, light a candle, hear the story and sound wash over you like a gentle river.

My sitar flows in 19 bands of light: baaj, chikari, and tarab. Its journey to my hand is a mystery, but its music-medicine came to my doorstep from an old land, gripped me from the eons, and pulled my soul into its orbit. It’s a path unlike any other, bending more than notes.

A musician said, “Its all angles.”

Sitar bends the note, Saraswati dances with a swan, and because I’ve felt this resonance I participate in its step toward the depths from which rises a watery siren-song of the fathoms.

Sitar bends the note, Saraswati dances with a swan, and because I’ve felt this resonance I participate in its step toward the depths from which rises a watery siren-song of the fathoms.… read more...

WOJB: Radio Talk, Radio Chant (acoustic guitar and story)

Acoustic guitar and vocal response to radio talk of the northwoods.

WOJB: Radio Talk, Radio Chant

I turn the radio on and a smoky voice greets me, “Good evening everyone. You’re listening to WOJB, 88.9 FM, Woodland Community Radio from the Lac Court Oreilles in Reserve, Wisconsin, broadcasting on the Web at WOJB.ORG.

“It’s Tuesday, and I hope you’re having a good night.” The radio that’s been sitting in the same place for 40 years, goes silent . . . then a jock speaks again to his invisible community. “It’s Tuesday, isn’t it? Wait a minute, let me check . . . oh, it’s Thursday. Ok then, well I hope you’re having a good Thursday.”

Ok then, becomes my north-land talk, courtesy of WOJB, where words break through from another world. His musical voice landing quiet on the microphone, nearly a chant, and the jocks’ idiom camouflages a humor that’s easy to miss. Dead air . . . lots of it . . . and then again he’s on, “You’re listening to WOJB, Community Radio of the Northwoods.”

I sat by the wood burning stove and noted the program change. “Good evening from the mountain state of West Virginia,” someone said. And in seconds, soft notes from a wooden guitar, played on a stage in West Virginia, melted in my ear and met me in my place of dark pines and starry skies. Warmed by fire on a cold Wisconsin spring night, I sipped my drink and wondered what the air waves would bring next.

Opening the stove door to add wood, the restless child of Prometheus took oxygen and rose with the flame.… read more...

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