The Edge of the World

        Standing at the edge of the world on the rim of the Navajo Canyon the Grandfathers answered the voice of the flute. Echoing the melodies down the valley to the Pueblo village ruins at Spruce Tree in Mesa Verde National Park where ancient spirits live. On the walls of the caves are Petroglyphs of the flute player Kokopelli and the legends of old telling the story well. I could feel that the Native American Flute and its song felt at home here in the Pueblo ruins where it had sang thousands of years ago.

         David Nighteagle a good friend who is a flute maker and pipe carrier had taken me to his favorite place to play. Out on a point over looking Navajo Canyon where the natural acoustics, reverb and echo where enchantingly magical. The view of the world from over ten thousand feet in the air was like the view from the eye of an eagle and was unparalleled in its awe and beauty.

            The breath of the Creator was in my lunges and the voice of the Great Spirit was in my heart as the sound of the Native American Flute made its long journey echoing miles down the canyon walls. The answering voices telling a timeless story of the west and the people who lived here. This was a mystical moment for me expanding my understanding and consciences of what music can be and was at one time.

          I played here until I could play no more.