I have, hesperis, although not with any formal training. When I went to a wimmin's circle in Northampton, MA, which met on the top floor of a building downtown, we used to weavedance so magically and powerfully, we were sure the roof would just lift off! It was wonderful!

While living in CT, we once rented a place with four acres, a pond, and a huge oak tree all by itself near the pond. I had a Beltane celebration one year at our house and led a dancing procession out to the oak, round about, and back again to the house. We had a deer come and watch. It was a magical time as well.

When my cousin and aunt were here this last weekend, my cousin brought out her new Native American flute and played. I got out my Native American drum and we played a couple of tunes together. Another magical moment was sent out into the aethers of time, shimmering a bit while the vibrational tones hung in the air around us, fading away while we all sat in that stillness of awe when things just *click*.