Raven
Songs at the dawn fire circle: guitar from a low chair, Sunday night into Monday's first light
A guitar at the dawn fire, and a voice lifted to the sky before first light.
What Raven carried
Raven held the guitar through the last circle of the summit. Sunday night ran into Monday, the open day SolarPunk left as a blank page, and he sat shirtless on a low chair at the fire bowl, a black headband holding back his hair, while the circle gathered around him: a woman in a red shawl by the flames, a man crouched in a white hat, a white dog keeping watch. The circle sang of giving thanks to be alive on this most holy day.
- guitar and song at the Monday dawn fire circle
For you, Raven
Thank you for what you brought to the Love Dimension. This page is our gift back to you: the words you gave us, the films cut from your time on stage, and the frames caught while weaving through it all.
Your full-resolution media package
Being delivered. The masters are too large to live on a web page, so they travel to you directly. Write to us and we will make sure yours arrives.
Use any of it, anywhere. If you share a film or a frame, tag @tyzen.drake.
And if deeper support would serve what you are building, a site that carries your frequency, a film of your work, or Sōul Missiōn Catalyzatiōn, our door is open.
With love, Tyzen
