In honor of those who came before us:

Sounds of Souls 

The music of the native flute carries the souls of our ancestors to the beginning of time. Like the curl of smoke as it disappears into the sky, the flute carries the burden of war, the pain of slaughter, the cries of the hurt and the sick, and gently delivers it home where it is healed and made right in the journey of the universe. Healer of hearts, healer of despair, the music of our ancestors is the music of our souls finding each other and tapping into the power we call God.

~ Gayle Waterman ~