Finding The Shamanic Path 
Rekindling The Inner Wild

Looking back, my call to walk the shamanic path came quite early on, though I didn’t answer it until many years later. 

Out of the ordinary experiences were commonplace for me, from men on horseback riding through my bedroom at night, to strange smells no one else was aware of. 

Some of my best conversations were with Punch, the family dog, and the faeries who lived under the avocado trees in our back garden. 

I was the weird kid at school who didn’t fit in at all. Always more comfortable in nature than the classroom, I spent most of my school career drifting in and out of other worlds. My nickname was ‘the witch’. 

Karen and YogiDowntime in the woods with Yogi © Louise Turner

My First Calling To The Shamanic Path 

When I was nine years old we moved from Zambia to South Africa. Shortly after the move we had family from England come to stay and we took them to a local traditional village. 

This was a village set up for tourists but my young mind instantly took me into another world and I was drawn to the home of the sangoma, the African shaman.

I ducked through the door and was greeted by the smell of wood smoke and herbs. Waiting for my eyes to adjust to the low light, I gazed around the room. There was a small fire pit in the centre. The fire was almost out. The glowing embers moved occasionally throwing up small showers of dancing sparks.

There were herbs, bones and skins hanging from the roof and the walls. I should’ve been afraid but I wasn’t.

Something, somewhere shifted in my heart. I felt like I had finally come home.

I have no idea how long I stood there lost in an altered state of consciousness, or how many people came and went as I did. But something inside me woke up that day. Something that never fully went back to sleep.

Ceremonial fireFull Moon Ceremony Fire

Back To Reality

Somehow school felt even more like torture after my magical experience in the hut.

Going from primary school to high school improved things somewhat. Partly because we finally stopped moving around and, after 12 different schools, I was able to settle in and find my feet. But mainly because I met my soul sister, and fellow oddball, Ammy.

At last I had someone I could talk to about my 'non-ordinary' experiences without the fear of ridicule. We've been firm friends ever since.

A Big Shift

At 18 I threw everything I owned into a suitcase and left for England. To say it was a culture shock is putting it mildly and I spent the next two decades of my life bouncing between the UK and South Africa trying to find what was missing in my life.

British WoodlansBeautiful British woodland
African farm houseMy favourite home in South Africa © Peter Hegeler

The Shamanic Drum

Karen working with a goat hid shamanic drumWorking with the drum

The first time I heard the beat of a shamanic drum something deep inside me stirred. I had no idea what it was but I knew I wanted more. 

It was my first time at a journey circle and my introduction to shamanism in the modern world. I knew then that I came here to walk this path so I booked on the next available course and trained as a shamanic practitioner with Stacy Keast.

I gained much knowledge and a sense of 'coming home' from the course but the call of the drum was still strong and I became obsessed with learning more.

My first drum birthing workshop was with Jason and Nicola Smalley from The Way of The Buzzard and it was the most amazing experience. 

 was then that I realised working with drums was going to be a huge part of my life. I went on to do further training with Stacy and I've never looked back.

The Traditional Shamanic Drum

Traditionally shamanic drums are made from animal hide. The animal is deeply revered by the shaman and the drum is made in ceremony, honouring its life.

The hide is soaked in water, often with plants, then stretched over a wooden hoop and held tight with hide lacing or wooden pegs.

Different cultures have unique ways of creating a drum. 

Soaking hides for shamanic drum birthingSoaking hides with rose, lavender and mugwort
Shamanic Drum Front ViewShamanic Drum Front
Shamanic Drum Rear ViewShamanic Drum Back

The Power Of The Drum

The shamanic drum is also known as the shaman's horse? Why? Because we 'ride' the beat of the drum when we journey.

The journey beat helps us to transcend our everyday consciousness and slip into the altered state which allows us to visit the upper, middle and lower worlds where we receive insights and information to help us with a healing or even with our day to day lives.

The drum itself has the power to heal people and animals, and Mother Earth herself.

Shamanic Drum Birthing

Bringing a shamanic drum to life is a beautiful experience. We work in ceremony and honour the animal and the tree that gave us the materials and we treat every part of the process with the utmost respect.

We birth at the strongest times of the lunar cycle, the full moon and the new moon. Honouring our own ancestry, we also work on the Celtic sabbats of Samhain, Yule, Imbolc, Ostara, Beltane, Litha, Lughnasadh and Mabon.

Each drum has its own strength and personality.

Walking My Path

It took a failed marriage, a chronic illness and many more years of searching to rediscover my inner wild and to find my calling and 'my people'. Saying yes to the shamanic path is never easy. Walking it is harder still. However, the rewards make it all worthwhile.

Those rewards bring with them a responsibility. As a healer and an Earth Keeper I'm here to work on bringing balance to Mother Earth and the beings she holds.

CrowMoon Drums is the first step on that journey. Won't you join me by the fire and journey with me too?

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