6/8/2025:  The News From Hermit Haven.

So, this a.m. me and the girls went up top with my tongue drum, to see who we could call in. 

The Doe's (and their kids) really like the tongue drum, I do too, it's one of my faves. The other critters come to the boomba drum, (it's my name for the frame drum), like Bigfoot, Possum, Foxes and other ground critters. I have yet to try the drum that sounds like the ocean, I need to figure out how to get some bb's out of it, as it's a bit loud. The birds seem to like any/all of the drums, even the Cherokee Elk drum, which is quite hard to coax sound out of, and my least favorite drum of the four. I actually suspect it of being a toy, or a trophy thing, or it needs tuning by someone more in the know, than me. :)

Anyhow, so today, a mother and fawn came out up by the well. I could tell they were looking to get over to the brook on the Westside. The baby was not scared at all, it was munching contentedly in the Driveway, but the mother was keeping to the camouflage of the woods. She finally headed over after the fawn, but then she came back alone. She stood and stared at us for about 20 minutes, the fawn didn't come back, so she left and we came back down. 

I put a lot of stock into communing with these guys. They have a LOT to say, but you have to stay present and keep your ears on. Which is not to say I don't talk to them, because I do. But, I much prefer to just stare at them, as they are staring at us. 

I have no idea if they understand the language of the drum, but I suspect they do, since it likely goes back lineages. I believe it was why the drum was so Sacred to the Native Indians; it's just one way in which they spoke with the animals. They actually made a habit of swapping out flutes, for the drums, in order to distract the Colonialists....take the flute away, no problem. They had active members who could just whittle flutes out of branches, so taking their flutes would have been a pretty good joke, they were savvy that way. It's just one way I aspire to be worthy of the teachings of the Grandmothers. 

As for the other critters, I don't take pictures of the animals I commune with, because another of the historical teachings of the Natives was that photographs were "stealing" little pieces of their souls, with each click of the shutter. I often wonder if they knew about energy healing longgg before the rest of the world...They  probably did, as their Sun Lodge ceremonies were also quite secretive and private and I believe it is still that way with some of the tribes, so at least they were able to salvage something of their lineage. 

I thought it would be nice to walk down the brook to the camp, today, barefoot, but that's going to require a bit more intervention either this fall, or next spring. The Rosa Rugosa all over the property, is astounding. There's actually some in the brook, cutting off access to all but a few small creatures. It's good in a way, as I found quite a few little pools that the smaller critters can bathe in, but man, it's vigorous!  

Boy, do I need a tractor! lol.