Birth of Elen of the Hosts
My drum ... I've been waiting for her for 45 years. Elen, the deer goddess, has been my patron and mentor all my life. She has taken various names and guises for me over the years but always the Lady of the Deer Trods has shown me her paths. Another of her names is Elen of the Hosts, the lady of warriors, the warriors of the rainbow who Arthur meets as he sails through the Caers of the Lower World in his journeying. The drum is both a caller and weaver. I have worked with drum for all my life but I've never had a drum made drum her skin. I've worked with Gwydion all my life too. Again he comes in many forms and with many names. His tree is the Ash, the tree of keys, keys to doors visible and invisible. Elen is Doorkeeper, keeper of doors and thresholds: one of her names is Vivien, threshold keeper. My drum's frame is made of the wood of tree of keys. My drum's skin is made of the hide of the threshold keeper. When we work together we will sing the ways across t...