Kirtan Woo-Woo

I went to Kirtan tonight.  It's some chanting deal, and it was held at a local yoga studio.  It was really awesome.  I had to choose between Kirtan and square dancing.  Since square dancing has been lately giving me more grief than joy due to the lack of men situation, I chose Kirtan.  It was a good choice.

(I did have some extra time, though, stopped at square dancing and signed a couple books that a friend of mine bought for her grandkids.)

I walked in and on the floor were some mats to sit on, mats with pillows, floor chairs with backs, and chairs.  I chose a floor chair.  There were five people in the band.  They played one sometimes two guitars (depending on the "song"), one sometimes two drums, a xylophone, several didgeridoos, and one of those rain-sounding boxes.  The woman playing the main guitar had long dark hair.  As it began, the whole thing reminded me of my old hippie days in back of the cafeteria at school.  Someone would have a guitar, and we would sing peace songs and get high.  Yes, at school.  It was awesome.  How things have changed.

This group wasn't into that.  They got their kicks instead, as I now do, from meditation . . . from going within.  Instead of peace songs, they sang and talked of joy, gratitude, love, forgiveness.  The songs were chants . . . where they said the phrase and the audience repeated it.   Although each one was a little long . . . the same phrase went on and on and on . . . I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  I will definitely go to this again.