Everything began in the
mothers womb!!
Was life there not filled with sounds and noises from the mothers body
and
from the outside world?
But is was primarily movement. Constant movement.
When the mother sat, when she walked, stood, turned round
Movement, movement, movement.
Movement is the pulse beat of life, a rhythm, artisticly woven
in the passage of time.
Listen attentively with all your senses, with your entire body,
with your whole being, so that you can feel
the elemental force of the rhythm.
Every skill requires
a specific technique which one must learn.
Art comprises much more than just technique,
and in time you will penetrate the intrinsic reality.
But you must first control the technique so completely,
that you can again forget it.
Observe and follow the inner neccessity
then the unity is no longer far away.
No more separating of mind and hands.
Soon the rhythm will carry you from one movement to the next.
When heart and rhythm follow each other
with mutual interaction, drumming will turn to dance.
(from Martina Grosvenor freely from
Frédérick Leboyer)
