It's funny where you end up sometimes in your life.
A few weeks ago, while popping our kettle corn at the farmers' market, a lady asked us if we'd like to come to her event and pop. She handed me a flyer for "Flute Quest" --- a Native American Flute Festival. It was being held at Saltwater State Park, on the shores of Puget Sound, south of Seattle, WA.
Hmmm...now that sounds interesting (pun intended!). Sure, we'll be there, thinking we'd be busy most of the time popping kettle corn.
We did have some time to look around though --- and listen.
Friday night we treated ourselves to the flute concert. It was held in an intimate, acoustically magnificent theatre, with a seating capacity of only 238. Talk about up-front-and-personal. We listened to Rona Yellowrobe as she played her Native American flute and sang with a lovely, resinous voice...from the heart.
Next the world sounds and artistry of Scott August enveloped the audience. As his wonderful photographs of the Southwest danced behind him, he played for us. The haunting notes from his Anasazi flute are still echoing in my head! Scott lives in North Hollywood, but his heart resides in the Four Corners area of the Southwest. Ahhh, I know why.
The rest of the weekend went very (very) well. I scoped out the 20-some flute makers from all over the country and feasted my eyes and ears on their pieces of art. The music waifed from the stage and the tents, the workshop domes and the tepee where drumming was being taught.
It was meditative for some...
And life changing for others --- me included.
The more I listened to the flutes the more I needed one. Their beauty was enough to want to bring one home. Finally, I overcame my shyness (yeah, me) and put my lips to a gorgeous curly maple flute in the key of "G". Let's just say...
Mine! (Second from the right.)
