The Raven Stomp
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself about
that’s what it’s all about
You do the hokey pokey and you turn your self about
That’s what
The Raven Stomp
Is ALL About
Heather Blakey June 2008 in The Taverna di Muse
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Now I want to dance!
Alexis
June 27, 2008 at 1:15 pm
Great image, It has ne raven stomping all over the place.
Vi
woodnymph
June 27, 2008 at 2:05 pm
Gosh she looks amazing, loving the movement and THOSE talons – oh yes!!
Jill
June 27, 2008 at 4:38 pm
she is a sassy raven – love her dance & her attitude!
Everybody DANCE!
Kerry
June 27, 2008 at 5:13 pm
As the sun goes down the beat of the drum begins the cadence for the dance. Le Enchanteur arises from her seat and begins. First slowly as she becomes acustomed to the beat then she is joined by the Ravens. As they become one the pace picks up, the ground begins to vibrate, the drums incress their cadance. Dance, dance, the drums demand. The Ravens caw and flap as le Enchanteur surrenders to the ecstacy of the dance. They stomp, swirl and leap as one riding the drum beat as thou it were a stallion. The drums slow, le Enchanteur comes back from that place they had entered and quietly, slowly, puts her finger to her lips and says shush to the Ravens. As it began so it ends with the soft cadence of the drum.
From your picture I hear the drum.
Daune
mavenmaker
June 27, 2008 at 8:02 pm
There’s just one word for this – vibrant!
gailkav
June 27, 2008 at 11:49 pm
Between this image of E and the collage posted by Alexis, I am really wanting to dance! We hear the music and feel the impulse within us.
thalia
June 28, 2008 at 2:27 pm
Wow, mavenmaker, loved your peek-hole into the secret ritual raven dance – I felt I was there – and it was thrilling! Thanks! kerry
Kerry
June 28, 2008 at 3:55 pm
There have been three crows hanging around my front yard for about a week now- they chase each other ( note- they run along the ground…) and then they sun themselves on my Jeep’s roof.
You wouldn’t know anything about these hijinx, would you Heather?
Anita Marie
July 3, 2008 at 4:17 pm
I love it when people see Ravens and think of me. If my son sees a lot near his work he texts and asks what I want
My mother has two who now live at her place and come tapping on her window asking to be fed. All very Edgar Allen Poe. I LOVE them and will have a sticker called Raven Woman on my new car. 
Heather Blakey
July 4, 2008 at 12:33 am
We have crows that live in our neighborhood who like to pick through our compost pile for treats. Every time I hear them (sometimes BRIGHT AND EARLY in the morning) I think of Soul Food Cafe!
jodhiay
July 5, 2008 at 5:05 pm