John Stillwell Blog

The Native American style flute song is constantly changing. The flute is discovering new pathways of sound through the confusion of life. Pathways that are clearer by far than anything I have ever experienced. Pathways that light the way to a better tomorrow. If the tone of the flute is sharp or flat relative to some artificial standard – what do I care? Do the birds care? How boring to be always the same. Let freedom ring and come out of the Native American style flute. May it reach into every crevice of conventionality. Not measuring or judging anything according to some external yardstick. Knowing, always, that every note is enough in all places and at all times. My flute song unique. And yours as well. Gently blowing forth creative notes into the unknown. Not expecting to hear that same sound again – perhaps ever. Letting our life unfold and our own music go out into it. Playing our part in the grand symphony of the Universe as it is continuously transforming and discovering itself anew. The music says that in spite of every dark cloud and feeling of pain there is I – the music – I help heal all discomfort.

 

I play my Love flute for the birds as they wake in the morning. I listen to their reply. The birds are the great, indefatigable singers. My Native American style flute song joins theirs. Together we sing a song that has been unfolding for as long as there has been the earth under our feet and air for us to breath.

 

The bright, clear morning of the Summer solstice. The yearly circle has turned and the sun is going to start back south again. May the summer sun bring blessing to all the Brothers and Sisters and the plants and animals of this divine creation. May it bring Peace on Earth and good will towards all men. May our enemies become our friends. And may light and healing flow out through our flute music to a waiting world.