When someone holds one of my drums for the first time, they often comment on its beauty, its voice, or how alive it feels, what they don’t see is everything that came before.
A handmade drum is never made in a single day. The day you come to weave your own drum is only one chapter in a much longer story….a story that begins months before we ever meet.
Long before I receive a hide, a skilled craftsperson has preserved it through traditional tanning methods, ensuring it will become something that can sing again. Another wood working artisan has carefully bent and joined the wooden hoop, creating the circle that will hold everything together.
Already, many hands have been involved.
Then the materials arrive here, at my Drum House in West Wales…this is where my part of the story begins.
Before a hide ever touches water, I spend time sitting with it. I notice its markings, its thickness, its texture. Every hide carries its own character. There is no factory process or production line—only relationship. When the time feels right, I soak the hide for anywhere between twelve and twenty-four hours, allowing the fibres to soften naturally.
Then begins the careful work, each drum is measured by hand, each circle is cut individually, every single hole is marked and punched one at a time and as I work, I pray.
Sometimes there is silence, sometimes music, always there is gratitude for the life that made this drum possible.
It is slow work, and I would never want it to be rushed. The weaving of the lacing asks for complete presence. The tension must be even, the hide slowly begins to tighten as the pattern emerges, each crossing of the lace affects the next until, eventually, the drum finds its own balance. Even then, it isn’t finished.
The drum now needs time…nature sets the pace.
The hide dries over several days, slowly tightening across the hoop as it becomes the instrument it was always meant to be. There are no shortcuts. If the weather changes, the drying changes too. Every season teaches me patience.
While the drum dries, I make its companion pieces; the beater stick is chosen, the soft head sewn and stuffed by hand.
The medicine pouch is prepared.
Sometimes I decorate the drum, beater, or add a small relic or blessing unique to that drum.
Only when everything is complete does the drum feel ready to meet its keeper.
And if you are coming to one of my drum-making days, your journey begins long before you arrive.
It starts with your very first email or message, we talk about the size of drum that is right for you, the wood, the hide, and any questions you may have. I order materials specifically for your drum, prepare them in advance, soak hides before the workshop, organise the space, gather tools, prepare refreshments, light the fire if needed, and create a welcoming environment where you can slow down and truly arrive.
The day itself is only the visible part of what has already been unfolding behind the scenes.
People often say, “I made my drum in a day” and in one sense, that’s true.
But in another, your drum has been months/years in the making, it carries the work of the forester who grew the trees, the hoop maker who shaped the wood, the tanner who honoured the hide.
The couriers who carefully carried the materials across countries.
My own hands preparing, praying, cutting, soaking, weaving, stitching, listening and waiting.
And finally…
Your own hands.
The moment you pull the final lace tight, you become part of that lineage of makers. Your breath, your intention and your heart are woven into the drum alongside everyone else’s.
Perhaps this is why a handmade drum feels so different.
It is a collaboration.
Between earth and human.
Between animal and tree.
Between many skilled hands.
Between patience and prayer.
And when its voice finally sounds for the first time, it carries every part of that journey within it.
Adopt a Drum
One-of-a-kind ceremonially birthed medicine drums seeking their keeper.
Explore my collection of sacred drums, each born through prayer, ceremony and deep relationship with the land, the Moon, the trees and the spirit of the animal. Every drum has its own name, medicine and story, waiting to find the person it was created for.
Birth Your Own Drum
One-to-one and small group drum making journeys beneath the Preseli Hills.
Experience the ancient art of drum making in ceremony. Whether you come alone or join a small group, you’ll be gently guided through the sacred process of birthing a drum that will become a lifelong companion. I also teach Ancient Stone Drums, Red Moon Drums and Advanced Hoop Style drum workshops
Become a Drum Midwife
Professional Drum Apprenticeship for those called to carry this ancient craft into the world.
My apprenticeship for those who feel called to birth medicine drums for others. Together we’ll explore craftsmanship, ethics, ceremony, holding sacred space and the deeper wisdom of becoming a keeper of this ancient lineage.
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