...was celebrated this year at St. Elizabeth's in Norwood with The Psalters, who arrived via Magic Bus with all their dreadlocked goodness. They played the djembe and doumbek, accordion and bouzouki, inspiring ecstatic tribal dancing in that tough old German-neighborhood, plaster-angeled space. Bellydancing in the sanctuary. Firedancing later, when the drum circle heated up and before we all broke into "I'll Fly Away." Crazy great.
I dressed up for it--I wore this wonderful green forest-sprite skirt Ali made me and my blue bellydance scarf with the coins. I had been wearing khaki shorts, but after the band kicked off with a droning Lord's Prayer which delved into dervish mode, it was clear they just wouldn't do.
None of this was really for the feast of St. Cajetan, of course. It was all part of a gathering here called Sabotage Cincinnati, where a youth group headed by this cool dude named Jeremiah (not that one) is gonna spend some time getting to know this neighborhood and letting us get to know them. A drum circle's a good place to start, I think.