YolandaMartinez : Creator

YolandaMartinez : Creator Master Apache Drum Maker 🥁 | Author 📖 | Performer | Singer ⭐️ | Songwriter 🎶
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🎶✨ Yolanda Martinez: Musician, Drum Maker, Author, and Teacher ✨🥁

Yolanda Martinez is an award-winning Native American musician, master drum maker, and author of Following Earth Mother's Heartbeat. Born with a song in her heart, she began singing to those around her as a child while working in the fields, guided by her deep Native American, Inca, and Hispanic heritage. Her music, a soul-stirring gift from Great Spirit, touches listeners to their core, transporting them to places they only dream of. As a three-time NAMMY/GRAMMY winner and four-time nominee, Yolanda has also been honored with two ISMA (Indian Summer Music Awards), sharing her talent on stages around the world. Beyond her music, Yolanda creates handcrafted Native American drums and leads drum-making workshops and gatherings, bringing the sacred rhythm of the drum to people globally. Her teachings and work honor her spiritual journey and mission to share empowerment, connection, and inspiration.

📖 Discover her powerful memoir, Following Earth Mother's Heartbeat, a story of resilience, spirituality, and honoring the Earth Mother, available on her website, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.

🌟 Join Yolanda’s drum circles, workshops, or book signings, and explore her teachings. Let’s connect through rhythm, spirit, and story. 💖

As September closes, I find myself asking an old question. Is there light, laughter, joy, love, when I turn and look bac...
09/29/2026

As September closes, I find myself asking an old question. Is there light, laughter, joy, love, when I turn and look back?

This month asked a lot of us. It asked us to hold balance during the Equinox. It asked us to be patient with what is still taking shape. It asked some of us to sit with grief, and others to sit with gratitude, sometimes both in the same week.

I want to take a moment to give thanks. To the earth that holds us. To the water that keeps finding its way back to us. To the neighbors and strangers who showed up when it mattered. To the animals who share this land with us and ask for nothing but respect.

None of us are going through this alone, even when it feels that way.

When you turn and look back on your September, what do you see? I would love to hear it.

Back in the spring, hands that had never touched rawhide before, started something. This week, some of those drums are f...
09/24/2026

Back in the spring, hands that had never touched rawhide before, started something. This week, some of those drums are finally finding their voice.

There is nothing quite like watching a drum go from raw material to something that can hold a room, hold a prayer, hold a whole circle of people. It takes months sometimes. It takes the maker’s patience, and mine.

The harvest is not only what grows in the ground. Sometimes it is what has been quietly taking shape in someone’s hands since spring.

I am harvesting something new this season too. I am building two virtual gatherings to open next month, one for women, and one open to everyone, because this work should not have to leave anyone out who is genuinely seeking connection. More details are coming very soon.

If you want to be among the first to know when the doors open, drop a raised hand below or send me a message. I will make sure you hear it first.

09/23/2026

There's a cedar at Aguirre Springs that has stood through more storms than I can count.

Bare in places. Bent in others. Still standing.

I sat beneath it with my drum, and this is the song that wanted to come through — Cedar Song.

Some songs you write. Some songs find you when you get quiet enough to let them.

This was the second kind.

Aho.

Today, day and night stand equal.The Fall Equinox has always been a teacher to me. A reminder that light and dark are no...
09/22/2026

Today, day and night stand equal.

The Fall Equinox has always been a teacher to me. A reminder that light and dark are not enemies. They are partners, taking turns, asking us to notice which one we have been leaning on too heavily.

For many Indigenous nations, this day has long marked a harvest, a season of gathering what has grown and giving thanks for it. Not just gathering food and medicine, but gathering what the year has taught us, and giving that back too.

Balance does not mean everything is equal all the time. It means knowing when to give, and when to rest. When to speak, and when to listen. When to hold on, and when to finally let go of what no longer serves you.

Where are you out of balance right now? And what would it take to come back to center?

Wherever you are today, I hope you find a quiet moment to notice the light change. Even five minutes outside can remind your whole body what season it is.

If you could join me from anywhere in the world for an evening of conversation, reflection, and rhythm, what would you w...
09/17/2026

If you could join me from anywhere in the world for an evening of conversation, reflection, and rhythm, what would you want us to explore?

I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Not everyone who wants to sit in circle with me can get to Las Cruces. That does not sit right with me anymore.

So I am building something new. A way to gather with people wherever they are. I am imagining a couple of different kinds of evenings, some just for women, some open to everyone, because I believe men deserve a place to sit in circle too. I do not want anything I build to leave out anyone who is genuinely seeking.

The shape of it is still forming. Which is exactly why I want your voice in it now, before it is finished.

What would you want us to talk about, if we made the time and space for it?

09/16/2026

Not many people know this part of me. I am a musician before I am almost anything else.

Long before there was a drum with my name on it, there was a song. I remember the first time I performed one of my own in front of strangers. My hards were shaking so hard I could hardly hold the rhythm steady. However, I did it.

Music has always been how I processs what I cannot say plainly. Grief becomes a melody before it becomes a sentence I can speak out loud.

I do not share this side of my work often enough. That changes now.

If you have never listened to my music, it is out there waiting for you, in ITunes, Spotify, CD Baby, or link in bio. And if you have a song that has carried you through something hard, tell me what it is.

There is a teaching I return to every year around this time. The Medicine Wheel.Four directions. Four seasons. Four stag...
09/15/2026

There is a teaching I return to every year around this time. The Medicine Wheel.

Four directions. Four seasons. Four stages of life. It is not a symbol to hang on a wall. It is a way of understanding that everything moves in a circle, and that we are always standing somewhere on it.

Right now, many of us are standing in the west. The place of introspection. Of letting the light change how it falls on us. Of asking what we are ready to release before winter asks us to.

I am not going to attempt to explain the whole wheel in one post. Some teachings deserve to be walked through slowly, not summarized.

But I will ask you this. Which direction do you feel yourself standing in right now?

I have been sitting with a question lately, and I want to ask it to you too.If we could sit together in circle, even if ...
09/10/2026

I have been sitting with a question lately, and I want to ask it to you too.

If we could sit together in circle, even if you were nowhere near Las Cruces, what would you want us to talk about?

I do not mean this as a poll. I mean it the way I would ask it if you were sitting across from me. What are you carrying right now that you would want held in a circle? What have you been wanting to say out loud to someone who would listen?

I have been thinking about how we can gather even when we are not in the same room. More on that soon. For now, I just want to hear from you.

Tell me what is on your heart. I am listening.

09/09/2026

People imagine writing a memoir is one long, sacred, unburdening. Some days it was. Most days it was just showing up.

Following Earth Mother’s Heartbeat took me years. Not because the stories were hard to remember. Because I had to become someone who could tell the truth about them without flinching.

That did not happen in one sitting. It happened in hundreds of ordinary ones. Some mornings I wrote one sentence and closed the laptop. Some mornings I did not write at all, I just sat with the memory until I trusted it.

The sacred moments in this work, the ones people ask me about most, were built on all those unglamorous ones nobody saw.

I think that is true of most things worth doing.

What is something you have been showing up for quietly, even when it does not feel sacred yet?

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