Recorded in the wilds of Gower, away from the tourist crowds, deep in the Pwll Du valley, Barefoot Sandals is a taste of a spiritual album, currently in the mix. When we walk the earth with our bare feet and know we are walking, know we are one with the earth, then we can know that we walk with the Maker.
Llanelen. Lost village? Community lost to the plague? Curses on neighbouring villages? Who knows the truth? But as a symbol of brokenness, what a setting for a Celtic Healing Service!
Sunday August 23rd yn y prynhawn (pm). Details soon.
In the meantime, Fr Tim and didge/flute player Nigel Mason are contemplating it... here's a sound from Llanrhidian church yesterday
Moses said to the people, ‘Do not be afraid, stand firm, and see the deliverance that the Lord will accomplish for you today; for the Egyptians whom you see today you shall never see again. The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to keep still.’
Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘Why do you cry out to me? Tell the Israelites to go forward. But you lift up your staff, and stretch out your hand over the sea and divide it, that the Israelites may go into the sea on dry ground...
...Then the prophet Miriam, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine in her hand; and all the women went out after her with tambourines and with dancing. And Miriam sang...
Whale-drifting is recorded with an Australian termite-eaten didj in C/C#. Happily, the whales sing in C too :)
Fr Tim is working on an album of didj tracks which will be called o bridd a môr. This track might or might not be on it.
I AM quiet now, thoughts getting lost. I lick my lips, wait a moment in the still of still, mind clearing, conscious, unconscious. I take a breath, not too much, enough, my lungs open. Exhale. Breath flows gently, smoothly, through buzzing lips. Primal drone fills, fills and keeps filling the forest I am in. Just one note but so much colour, drenched in texture, singing, rhythmic, full-body, so much time, timeless time… Space opens, harmonic tones dance with my breath, circular breath. Keep going. This is home. The drone doesn’t need to stop, animal voices rise from my throat, tongue ticking out a beat and then another, and another…daa daa… doo doo…hah hah hah…hey hey hey…waah…waah…
If you want to keep the sound going when you’re playing the didj, you’ve got to circular breathe. People think that’s really hard to do and so they put their didjes, lovingly brought back from their adventures in faraway Oz, up on eBay. Good news for me. But circular breathing isn’t really hard at all. It’s natural. It just takes a bit of practice, desire, perseverance, release from the noose of self-consciousness. You simply need to keep some air in your cheeks and squeeze it out while you breathe in until you can breathe out into the didj again. The drone keeps going, the music dreams on…
So it is that we breathe the Gospel into Gower for new generations. We’ve just got to keep the music going. God breathes Spirit into us and we breathe out Word. God’s Life, our Life, all Life…circular breathing. We need to keep some breath to squeeze out while we breathe in. That’s prayer. The music goes on.
You are gathering for prayer in small pockets all around Gower. In your homes, outside, in quiet church buildings, prayer groups are forming. God-filled people are praying for Gower. Praying for the children, their parents, grandparents who long to be free, though many cannot anymore name their longing. God bless your prayers.
There is a battle ahead. It will be a hard battle and hard won. But this battle is the Lord’s battle. So be brave. Pray. Breathe. Sing.
our bare feet on the earth make us one with the earth, so does our hair blow free with the free wind.