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A home coming for a weary traveler.
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Native American Flute
I’m Polish by birth, American by choose, and Native American by heart. I was adopted by a Mohawk elder as his brother 7 years ago. Shortly after the adoption I was given the Native name of Soaring Owl. Although I was adopted a Mohawk I follow and study the traditions of the Lakota. I have been an artist making crafts representative of the planes Native Americans for better then 15 years. I have collaborated with a brother flute player Keith Little Grizz to produce our first CD. The CD is titled “Two Hearts” and has been available since May of 2005. Our CD has solos from each of us including duets that were written by each of us. They are contemporary compositions in nature. They are the sounds of the Native American flute that often times can be heard late at night at Pow Wow grounds while the dancers and vendors relax and share some quiet time before the next day’s festivities. One of my other passions is to make my own flutes. My art and crafts are available for public viewing at http://www.geocities.com/soaring_owl2003 . I have several “Flute Galleries” posted on that site and it gets updated as new items become available, so please visit the site occasionally because it is constantly changing. The flutes are one-of-a-kind and for my personal use. On occasion I have been known to gift a flute to an upcoming flute player as encouragement to continue on the path of the flute. Keith Little Grizz has been one of the recipients of such a gift and has used them in our recordings.
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Genre
World World General
Charts
Peak #170
Peak in subgenre #60
Author
Richard Soaring Owl
Uploaded
April 29, 2005
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MP3 1.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
When writing this song I would see visions of thunderous dark skies embracing the huge canyon walls were I was sitting playing my flute. I could see the cave dwellings high up the canyon walls. There weren’t many people walking about because the rain had already started. I saw several others of various ages including elders around a sacred fire making tobacco and sage offerings to the Creator. All though I couldn’t understand what was being said the air had a certain feel to it. While hearing the sounds of my flute bouncing off the canyon walls I often head a resounding response from the Thunder People. It sounded and felt like eulogy was being given to an elder that had crossed over. While playing my flute I saw dancing shadows of ancient spirits reflected on the canyon walls from the sacred fire. They were welcoming home a weary traveler. The traveler’s work was done; he had shared all of his life’s wisdom and experiences with the people especially the children. He was an elder; his final years were spent teaching. Sharing what he had learned; shared what had been gifted to him by the ancestors; all by word of mouth. He had passed on the ancient prayers stories and lessons just as his father and his father’s father had done before him. He understood that our children are our future and in order to keep our culture alive sharing was vital. This song is for you oh weary traveler rest in peace; Aho.
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