The is so much beauty around and I truly love where I live. I could do without leaf blowers, chainsaws cutting down perfectly healthy trees, and chemicals on unnaturally green lawns that make their way into local waters. This is suburbia. But there are still unspoiled places, wild places that are the home of many critters, and nature preserves that are legally protected by humans who care. These are the places I seek out and wander in, and play flutes in if there is no-one around. The day this photo was taken, I visited this place for the first time, as a friend had told me about it and said she had been going there for decades. What a lovely place it is, and that day was particularly beautiful with autumn colors at their peak, little wind, mild temperatures, and golden afternoon light.
I notice a lot of the time when I’m playing the flutes, that birds start to chirp and sing. They respond to it and it’s the most beautiful thing. It happened here and happens most places outdoors when I play the flutes. Such a joy to hear the birds.
I’m one of those humans who ridiculously whistles at times, hoping the birds will respond, but they never do, not to human whistling. But to the flutes, yes. Perhaps it is because it’s a wooden sound. Perhaps the birds hear similar sounds when the wind blows through branches. When the birds respond, it’s like we’re all having a conversation together. One of the many joys of playing these beautiful flutes. Big heartfelt thanks to Julian for gifts that have brought me great joy, peace, and that have changed my life.