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I didn't know exactly why I was on
my way to the waterfall at Glen Helen, except it was one of my favorite
places in the autumn when forest was turning red, green, yellow and
orange hues. Mother Nature’s summer goes out in a blaze of color.
The Creator had called me here and
I was enjoying myself playing my wonderful Native American flutes
standing by the waterfall with the birds singing and the squirrels
scampering around gathering nuts for the long winter ahead.
A group of people walked by me as I played, over the bridge and out of
sight. I was inspired by the beautiful woodland setting, the wonderful
sound of the waterfall, the wind blowing gently and the sun on my face.
The music poured out of my soul as
I felt the breath of the Creator make the wood in my hands sing like I
have never heard it sing before.
My head was light almost spinning
from the joy that had filled my heart and lungs when I saw the group of
people who had past me earlier returning on the path where they had come
across the river and back towards me.
One of the girls was walking about twenty feet or so in front of the
others and crying. She walked directly to me and stood in front of me.
When I finished playing tears
still rolling down her face she told me that her father had recently
died and he asked them to come here and remember him spreading his ashes
in his favorite place.
She proceeded to thank me for the
music I had played telling me that the music was perfect and a gift from
the Creator.
I told her this was also one of my
favorite places and played a song I have played for many a fallen
warrior for him.
By this time I was crying and all
of her friends were holding hands and crying.
I reached into my pouch and handed
her an album with the song I had just played for her on it and told her
I now know why the Great Spirit
called me here today.
John De Boer
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