My backyard experiences started to take on a spiritual quality. By now I had the drone going for twenty seconds, with a range of subtle tones and harmonic overlays, and I was making progress on my circular breathing. Looking out across to the mountains under a cobalt sky, I was able to produce the
“When all things began, the Word already was … So the Word became flesh.”
The other night, for the first time, I took my didge out under the night sky. Where I live, they polish the stars every night. On this particular night, some Forest Service people had just finsished lowering the moon to just above tree-top level and thoughtfully provided an ambient soundtrack of croaking frogs.
I held off on my didge, allowing myself to become one with my surroundings. Then, I brought the didge to my lips, content to just blow air through it. Finally, I was ready. I drew in a relaxed breath, and looking up at the canopy of the heavens, I sounded my
Thank you, First Didge Guy..
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