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“But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew.”
Lyrics from Colors of the Wind
Yesterday I came across a song from Pocahontas called Colors of the Wind. I discovered a flutist playing the song and liked it. So I searched for copies of the music, thinking I’d like to learn to play it. I downloaded a copy of the music which also had the lyrics. I have heard the song before but never seen the movie. I was surprised how the lyrics impacted me. I began to cry because it hits home to the arrogance and contempt of much of the world, and especially in this country. I have continued to be emotional today, partly because the lyrics explain so much of our troubled world but also because there has been a lot of loss in my circle of friends and family lately. I am now inspired to really learn the song on my flute. Even if you’ve heard the song before I suggest you listen to the song. And I hope you had a wonderful day.
“There is only one way to make others more loving and that is by loving more ourselves.”
Eknath Easwaran
Yesterday I needed some nature-time so I went to Reservoir Ridge Natural Area. I brought both my camera and my flute. With the temperature in the mid-fifties, overcast skies and high humidity it made it a cool walk. Shortly after I began walking I noticed the changes in the colors, the sounds and my mood. Each step west took me further away from the hum of traffic and the more silence that surrounded me. I became aware the meadowlarks had moved on to warmer climates taking their beautiful song with them. A few starlings offered me their high-pitched “chip” but it was not the same. I began to repeat a short prayer/mantra in stride with my steps, a lovely form of walking meditation. My destination was to the “rock” that sits along the trail. This rock is near a pond surrounded by cattails and is a haven for blackbirds and ducks in the spring and summer. I sat on the rock for a few minutes taking in the silence then practiced on my flute in that silence. This nature-time was just what I needed.
What a blessing it is to outlive our self-judgments and harvest our failures.
Rachel Naomi Remen
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts I’m learning how to play the Native American style flute. I simply love its earthy sound and it’s so very simple. It does not require electricity or a battery, just my breath, intention and of course practice. I’m finding it to be a great teacher and helping me to let go of my negative self-judgement. It’s teaching me to be patient with myself and not be critical, and as the quote above suggests, to harvest my failures. I have much to learn in breath control, fingering exercises, learning mouth positioning, rhythm, and keeping squawks, squeaks and whistles to a minimum. Eventually I will learn a few songs as well as the ones found within me. More practice.
I see the Native American style flutes as beautiful works of art as well as musical instruments. This is an image of a second Native Sunrise flute I ordered made by Ron Stutz. My other one made by him is in the key of A and made of Spanish Cedar. This one is made of Cherry wood and in the key of G. To me they are works of art. I have a small rack to put these two flutes on along with the Joe Loftin flute and they become art in my home. Now back to practice.
“As the sunrise brightens each new day, so the sounds of the flute chase the gloom of night away, and awakens our soul.”
Ron Stutz (from his website – Native Sunrise Flutes)
This is my new Native American style flute made by flute maker Ron Stutz out of Highland, Utah. I chose to purchase one of his flutes because it has a professional build quality, is customizable, but also is a work of art. There is something within me that wants to be able to make magical sounds that feed my spirit, use it as a meditative tool, and allow it to become a part of my spiritual practice. The Native American style flute is also known as the Love flute or Courting flute. And no, I’m not courting anyone.
I purchased this flute through the Horizons Flute Store. When ordering the flute you get to choose several options. You get to choose the key it’s made in: this one is in the key of A. You get to choose the type of wood, either Spanish Cedar or Sapele: I chose Spanish Cedar. You also choose the style of flute, either Canyon or Woodland: I chose Canyon style which has a set of petroglyphs found in Nine Mile Canyon in Utah and has a manufactured broken and burned end for a distinctive look. You have four choices of totems to choose from: I chose the animal kingdom because of its simplicity. You choose between two mouthpiece shapes, round or tapered: I chose rounded. We will see how that works out for me. And, finally, you can choose from the standard 440 Hz Concert Tuning or the alternative 432 Hz Consciousness Tuning: I chose 432 Hz because I will be playing this flute in nature and it has more of an earth tone.
I pushed the order button on March 2nd for a beginners Native American Style flute, also called a Love flute. I could give you a list of reasons for justifications but it had more to do with impulse than anything else. I have always connected to the sound of Native American flutes. It’s not a loud instrument, does not require a battery or power outlet, has little maintenance, you don’t need to read music, and you can easily take it anywhere. I have never played a wind instrument in my life so this is my first. And, I quickly discovered I wanted a flute made by the hand of a craftsman and out of wood. Some are beautiful works of art and some are simple works of art. I chose a simple work of art and one designed for a beginner.
Danja portrait
While taking sunset photos and selfies of me practicing on my Native American flute on Thursday evening, I met a wedding photographer, Danja, who was shooting a young couple’s engagement photos near me. Afterwards, they thanked me for serenading them while they did their photos. I was surprised by their comment because I’m not sure I would call what they heard as serenading. It was more about trying to keep all squawks, squeaks and whistles to a minimum. Then Danja asked if she could take a photo of me playing the flute. The top image is what she sent me the next morning. Thank you for the image, Danja!!
Self-portrait
I’ve discovered online lessons and courses through youtube and a couple of websites to help me along this journey. I’m taking one online course now. As you know I enjoy spending time in the natural areas and I can think of no better place to play a Native American flute than in nature. I’m finding these locations are ideal to practice learning how the flute and I can make music together. I’m 74 years old and do not know when I will take my last heartbeat. So it seems reasonable to give this some good old discipline, practice, and be both patient and gentle with myself. I plan on carrying it when I ride the bicycle along the trails, stopping when I find a secluded area and play. My hope is for the flute to be another tool on this spiritual journey I’m traveling.
