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(all tracks below are partial samples) |
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LONE PINE CANYON When we first met in Lone Pine Canyon years ago, they took me and in and embraced me, celebrating those things we had in common and casting aside those things that I thought held us apart. They called me their friend. They pointed me towards my path and held my hand as I fearfully walked into my future. With each step I took, they sent me encouragement and support. Now the years have passed and I find myself like the lone pine in the canyon, singing my song to an empty sky. So I reach back to their strength and take hold of their belief that what I began was my true way, and though no one around me seems to be listening, I stretch my arms to the dark storm above and send my song through the clouds, beyond to the One who sits in Heaven itself. |
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CERRO NOROESTE I come to the mountain to gather my strength, to rest beneath the pines, to drink in the beauty and fill myself with the refreshing air of this place. I walk with my friends beneath the stars and sit in silence listening to my own heart beat. On top of Cerro Noroeste, the peak amidst the pines, in my special spot, sacred even for those who came here long before me, I renew myself. |
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RACHMANINOFF'S PAGANINI RHAPSODY This beautiful piece of classical music is filled with great passion and romance. It is one of my favorite themes and I was very pleased when I found that it could be arranged for the Native American flute. It moves me as much to play it, as it does to hear it, and it certainly warms a candlelit night. |
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MAY THERE BE A ROAD At the end of every evening when we join hands in the circle, my thoughts turn to you. I wonder where you are at that precise moment - where your steps have led. Do you know that you were loved? That you still are? I close my eyes and pray that your pain and suffering will become for you only memories of your past, that your days will be filled with hope and that it will be laughter that etches the lines upon your face as the years pass by. And I pray that wherever you go in the wilderness of your life, always, May There Be A Road… |
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THREE STEPS FROM HEAVEN When the tempest surrounds me, be it real or self-inflicted, I have learned that it takes little to escape the torment. There is another who will gladly take these troubles from me, if only I am willing to let them go. That is why you will so often find me upon the mountain trail, beside the vast sea, or floating upon the silence between my breaths, for that is where I find my deliverance. It is in those places that I have found that I am only, Three Steps From Heaven |
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NO. 449 When I try to control the things around me that I have no power over my life is without serenity and peace. And most things in my life are beyond me. There is really very little that I manage to make "go my way". If I remember that the reactions and actions of people, places and things are completely and totally beyond my control and focus only on my own actions and feelings, then my life falls much more easily into place. This is such a simple concept for me, yet one that I find myself having to re-learn daily |
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YACQUI GIRL I took the long fear-filled walk across the auditorium that day to say hello to you, little knowing how my life was about to change. They told me that if you had a fault it was that you gave too much. How can that be? How can one give too much? Wherever you go you try to bring comfort, you try to bring hope and relieve the suffering of others. No other moment thrills me more, as the one when I catch you smiling at me from across the room, beautiful Yacqui Girl. |
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WALK SOFTLY My world was coming undone. All the great plans I had made were falling through, everything I was trying to accomplish was slipping away, my heart was again lost beyond finding, panic filled me, my mind raced with thoughts of self-condemnation, I was ready to run, to give up, to throw everything away, to destroy those things I had worked so hard for, longed for so deeply. Then through a friend the words of the elder were gently whispered in my ear "Walk Softly". So I set my troubles free, took a deep breath and started over - it does not matter how many times I am knocked down, it only matters how many times I pick myself up. (The verse in this piece was inspired by Chopin's Prelude Op. 28 No. 4, the chorus and bridge, are just me…) |
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ORDINARY MAN I am an ordinary man, not a saint nor a sage, a guru, a yogi, a leader, not a prophet nor a preacher, a healer, a wise man, a shaman nor a circuit speaker. I am an ordinary man, a worker among workers, a friend among friends, a man among men. If it is a hand you need, then take mine, and I will walk with you and listen to your heart. If I can I will share with you my experience, my strength and my hope. Together we will walk your path so that you do not have to take your journey alone. And though I am only an Ordinary Man, if you ask me to, I will gladly stand beside you. |
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RACHMANINOFF'S SECOND CONCERTO This is another one of my favorite pieces of classical music - one that always stops me mid-stride whenever and wherever I hear it. In the studio when I first heard this piece played back with my Native American flute performance and with all of the accompaniment, it brought tears to my eyes - what a gift music is, what a beautiful wonderful gift. I am so blessed. |
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JUST AS I AM Growing up my parents took me to church every Sunday. At the end of each service the congregation sang this song. I ended up years later with one of the hymnbooks from back then. Whenever I go camping and hiking it comes with me and I play the hymns that first became familiar to me as a child. If you are out in the seclusion of the forest and from across the valley you hear the sound of an old hymn being played on a faraway flute, smile for it may be me, your friend, playing amidst the pines. Today, with all my faults and despite all the mistakes I have made along the way, my Creator still accepts me, Just As I Am. |
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All compositions © 2004 OGINALI PRODUCTIONS (BMI) / Spring Hill Music (BMI) |
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