The last time I tried to do this sidebar, it showed up on the regular page instead. I don't know why, and maybe this one will too. Lyra is too busy just now with lots of schoolwork to do, so I'll wait until she has time to straighten out whatever I have done wrong.

Flutes and Leaves We are just back from our last official camping weekend (we have one more overnight at Pretty Bay when we leave Dolly for a week to get winterized). It was beautiful at Gorgeous Gorge, even with the overcast skies. I had a wonderful time picking up leaves to use for my parenting class. I have several ideas for them. I wish I could bring all those young women (and one grandmother and one dad) with me to the gorge. Their lives are so focused "on the chicken" (a phrase for survival a colorful person of color used in a workshop, once), that beauty passes them by. Which means the peace and well-being that comes with the type of assault on the senses that autumn brings also passes them by. The exciting news is that I am now a proud owner of a "Gentle Wind" Native American flute, handcarved by The Storyteller. It is aromatic Eastern red cedar, tuned to G. I have dreamt of its haunting sounds since last year when I met the Storyteller at Gorgeous Gorge. DB bought it for me for Christmas. It's not a flute that you play "from the head", as The Storyteller says, as it doesn't have the same chromatic scale that a regular flute has. You have to play from the heart. It's a flute for solitude. And for dreaming.

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