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The Rosewood Womb Shamanic Drum
The Birth of the Rosewood Doe Drum
Under the quiet starlight sky a drum crossed the threshold from hide to heartbeat , a living instrument born through devotion, patience, and prayer.
This is a 14-inch rosewood hoop drum, held by the dark, steady medicine of rosewood, a tree of love, protection, ancestral memory, and quiet strength.
Rosewood carries the frequency of the heart: warm, resonant, and ancient. It holds the vibration of deep feminine wisdom. not loud or forceful, but enduring, magnetic, and sovereign. The hoop forms a circle, a womb, a wheel, a boundary, a portal containing both the memory of what has been and the rhythm of what is yet to come.
Stretched across it is the hide of a fallow doe, a being of gentleness, alertness, and sacred attunement. Her markings soft, celestial dapples which feel like stars scattered across night-skin. The fallow deer carries liminal medicine: the energy of thresholds, twilight, forest edges, and intuitive knowing. Doe medicine is tender and watchful, fierce in its quietness, protective without aggression, anchored in embodied listening.
This hide comes from a wild herd along the Welsh–Herefordshire borderlands, a liminal land in itself, where myth, moss, bone, and old stories still breathe beneath the soil. A place of crossing, of layered ancestry, of old Celtic memory and untamed hedgerows. The deer walked land shaped by ancient spirits, hill-forts, rivers, and ancestral winds. Her body carries the imprint of that territory — its weather, its wildness, its hidden lore.
From death to rebirth, this hide was prepared solely by my hands, in ritual, in presence, in reverence. This drum therefore holds not only the spirit of the doe, but the spirit of your devotion , your grief, your gratitude, your patience, your prayer. It carries the alchemy of transformation: decay into beauty, loss into sound, ending into instrument, sacrifice into song.
Astrologically, this drum feels deeply aligned with lunar and Venusian currents , the Moon for memory, tides, intuition, grief, and ancestral dreaming; Venus for beauty, embodiment, erotic life-force, and relational magnetism. It holds the frequency of the Dark Moon and the Full Moon at once: mystery and revelation, womb and radiance, silence and echo.
This is a deeply feminine drum , not in fragility, but in depth. It speaks to the feminine as earth, blood, night-sky, bone, womb, soil, and oracle. It carries the intelligence of cyclical time rather than linear time. It does not demand , it summons. It does not perform, it remembers.
Its voice is likely to be low, round, warm, and spacious a heartbeat rather than a shout, a calling rather than a command. A drum for ritual, trance, grief, prayer, dreamwork, ancestral listening, womb wisdom, and slow, devotional rhythm. A drum that can hold sorrow without collapsing, and beauty without diluting its power.
She is a threshold-being.
A keeper of land-memory.
A bridge between death and devotion.
A rosewood womb holding the spirit of a doe. A story stretched into sound.
£335 plus P&P, international delivery available please reach out charges.
The Birth of the Rosewood Doe Drum
Under the quiet starlight sky a drum crossed the threshold from hide to heartbeat , a living instrument born through devotion, patience, and prayer.
This is a 14-inch rosewood hoop drum, held by the dark, steady medicine of rosewood, a tree of love, protection, ancestral memory, and quiet strength.
Rosewood carries the frequency of the heart: warm, resonant, and ancient. It holds the vibration of deep feminine wisdom. not loud or forceful, but enduring, magnetic, and sovereign. The hoop forms a circle, a womb, a wheel, a boundary, a portal containing both the memory of what has been and the rhythm of what is yet to come.
Stretched across it is the hide of a fallow doe, a being of gentleness, alertness, and sacred attunement. Her markings soft, celestial dapples which feel like stars scattered across night-skin. The fallow deer carries liminal medicine: the energy of thresholds, twilight, forest edges, and intuitive knowing. Doe medicine is tender and watchful, fierce in its quietness, protective without aggression, anchored in embodied listening.
This hide comes from a wild herd along the Welsh–Herefordshire borderlands, a liminal land in itself, where myth, moss, bone, and old stories still breathe beneath the soil. A place of crossing, of layered ancestry, of old Celtic memory and untamed hedgerows. The deer walked land shaped by ancient spirits, hill-forts, rivers, and ancestral winds. Her body carries the imprint of that territory — its weather, its wildness, its hidden lore.
From death to rebirth, this hide was prepared solely by my hands, in ritual, in presence, in reverence. This drum therefore holds not only the spirit of the doe, but the spirit of your devotion , your grief, your gratitude, your patience, your prayer. It carries the alchemy of transformation: decay into beauty, loss into sound, ending into instrument, sacrifice into song.
Astrologically, this drum feels deeply aligned with lunar and Venusian currents , the Moon for memory, tides, intuition, grief, and ancestral dreaming; Venus for beauty, embodiment, erotic life-force, and relational magnetism. It holds the frequency of the Dark Moon and the Full Moon at once: mystery and revelation, womb and radiance, silence and echo.
This is a deeply feminine drum , not in fragility, but in depth. It speaks to the feminine as earth, blood, night-sky, bone, womb, soil, and oracle. It carries the intelligence of cyclical time rather than linear time. It does not demand , it summons. It does not perform, it remembers.
Its voice is likely to be low, round, warm, and spacious a heartbeat rather than a shout, a calling rather than a command. A drum for ritual, trance, grief, prayer, dreamwork, ancestral listening, womb wisdom, and slow, devotional rhythm. A drum that can hold sorrow without collapsing, and beauty without diluting its power.
She is a threshold-being.
A keeper of land-memory.
A bridge between death and devotion.
A rosewood womb holding the spirit of a doe. A story stretched into sound.
£335 plus P&P, international delivery available please reach out charges.

