A Journey to Munich

Following the Path of Women Who Drummed

A Tribute to Layne Redmond and the Rhythms Awakening Once Again

The journey began on Friday evening with a night bus from Prague, and when I arrived in Munich at 5 a.m. on Saturday, I was greeted by the calm of a sleepy city. My first step led me to the park at Nymphenburg Palace — quiet morning walks along the water, alive with swans, wild geese, ducks, and fish, surrounded by the lush green of trees. It was a perfect way to attune myself. As if the rhythm of the new day was already softly drumming beneath the surface, slowly awakening like the rising morning sun.

And then came the heart of it all. Saturday and Sunday were dedicated to a frame drum and tambourine workshop with Marliese Glück — a musician who blends technical precision with deep inner presence. She taught us to listen — not only to the drum, but to ourselves. Each beat felt like a return — to the roots, to the body, to the memory that women carry in their hands.
The basic strokes on the frame drum represent the four elements — water, fire, earth, and air.

On Sunday afternoon, the workshop continued with Sabine Bundschu — this time combining frame drum playing with singing in a circle of women. Voice and rhythm merged. In that women's circle, we sang simple songs from different corners of the world, and I felt deeply moved by the shared sound and presence. Could it be that the echoes of ancient times were awakening through our voices and rhythms?

At 00:40 a.m. on Monday, I boarded the bus from Munich back to Prague and later continued by train to Šumperk. The journey home was quiet — filled with resonance and gratitude. I brought back no recordings or photos from the workshops, but what remains in my heart is a vivid memory of shared rhythm — not as a souvenir, but as a pulsing force that will continue to accompany me.

This journey was not just about music. It was about remembering, honoring, reawakening, and finding my way back to myself.
It is the beginning of fulfilling a deep longing — to reconnect with the women who once drummed. With Layne Redmond. With the primal energy. With Mother Earth.

"The drum is not just an instrument. It is a bridge between worlds, the voice of the Great Mother who remembers — even when we forget."