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Buzzard Calling

Flying high you call across the barren moor, your cry carried on the harsh winds of forgotten truths.

Circling, spiraling over fertile hunting ground.

Magic majesty of freedoms flight grants me my vision of sight beyond sight.

Buzzard you call to the depth of soul,

You fly through my dreams.

© Rob Wilson 2004  

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As we continue on the wing a long ancestral roads, the noon day sun bakes earth and skin, here in the South, on the warm rising air currents, we meet circling Buzzard. The Buzzard People are those who know the mysteries of creativity, manifesting the Awen that flows through them, on the land, for the land, here we find the Spirit Dancers, carrying us on the rhythm of life to a place of deep connection. 

Buzzard brings the dance of ancestral life on land. Circling and spiraling on the warm air currents in the fiery blaze of the soaring sun, the heart beats to the rhythm older than time itself. The drum beat allows our soul to open wide, and Awen flows through us to mud and blood, we dance the wild stories of our land, we dance the wild song of our soul. Here as tribe we gather in celebration and witness the rites older than time itself.

The Buzzard calling drum is a 10inch Red Deer Skin Drum with Buzzard feathers, leather strips and bronze bells. The wooden frame is painted with Yellow & Red Ochre. It also has a strap of woven natural twine so that it can be easy carried over the shoulder and small enough to trance dance with.