From the Four Directions, impressions come into our awareness. Depending on the vitality of the winds that carry them, they may or may not become rooted in our consciousness.

Those that sink a tap root into the soil of our perceptions, become the drum talk of our realizations, our truth that speaks first to us... And then, in turn, we speak it to others.

We drum out our sense of life, and of our place within it, into the world and universe for better or worse.

This is my drum talk. May it not be empty in the fullness of ego or self-conceit. May it be a humble offering of life in its true flavor.

Carl Hitchens