It was the night of the super moon, when we gathered at Olive Trees Meditational Garden to celebrate. The following is a poem describing the events written by Beth.

Drumming Circle at Sunset, June 22, 2013

Through the parting trees
she slowly enters.
She waited for Strong Sun to go home.
Round, profound Perigee Moon,
glows silently in her pale orange evening dress,
trying not to disrupt the drummers in the circle.
She does not succeed.
As we each behold her
We are struck with awe by her beauty.

The Drumming gets quiet.

In the center of the circle
a blazing fire,
fueled by Frankincense and Myrrh,
snaps and coughs out smoke,
choking on released pain an failings the drummers fed it.
A flute soothes.
Its tender song floats upon the summer wind.

The drumming gets quiet.

Beneath swirling moonlit clouds
more friends arrive in the course of the night.
They are shadows until we recognize them
by the sounds of their voices.
They bring dogs.
Before beating their drums,
they speak softly of matters they care about.

As the drumming goes on,
Louder and louder from surrounding trees fields
frogs, birds, insects, and unknown creatures
join in , singing , chirping, and buzzing in harmonious rhythm.
Fireflies, shy at first, twinkle in growing numbers.

The drumming gets quiet.

Intermittently, throughout the night,
we think about why we are here:
For relief from the heaviness of the day;
To forgive ourselves for yielding to temptations;
To offer unconditional acceptance;
To free ourselves from obstacles
keeping us from helping the world.
We seek peace. We want to love better.
We want to say Thank You….
Nothing else is important.
These thoughts eventually melt into dreams.

The drumming gets quiet.

We set down our drums and embrace in a circle,
sharing blessings, singing Oms… and more Oms.
As we part, we notice a table is set
with nourishing food:
carrots, hummus, so delicious.
And how especially sweet –
eating juicy strawberries in the moonlight
with friends.