drumming in the new year

We spent our Sabbath morning up on Fish Creek, a "high place" and the "Eastern Gate" for the valley, drumming, worshiping, praying and making proclamations over the land. In previous years this event has occurred on January first but schedule conflicts made it necessary to postpone. What remained the same was the cold winter winds blowing to chill our bones and the wind of the Ruach blowing to warm our hearts.