Saturday, June 12, 2021

I Am Learning How To Play A Custom Made Native American Flute Late At Night


Last month, I reconnected with someone who I have not seen or heard from in over 20 years. Lisa remembers him too. Since reconnecting, we have exchanged emails. Phone calls. And, we've had the occasional video chat. 

Over 20 years is a long time. 

A very, very long time. 

Needless to say, there is a lot of life to be shared.

Bit by bit. 

Little by little.

There are also the joys of discovering common ground and having those moments when you realize where you get characteristics and interests and passions from. 

Originally, I was not going to divulge who this person was, but on the 5th of this month, I posted this photo and commentary on my personal Facebook wall...

"When you learn that your Dad not only plays the Native American flute, but he makes them as well. This handcrafted beauty arrived in the mail earlier this week. With an etching of a hummingbird because he knows they're my favorite. Yep. I haven't played an instrument in decades, but I'm going to learn how to play this. And. Play it well."


I found this discover quite peculiar because...

Music is a big part of my life. 

We both love music.

When Lisa is at work, I have music playing almost always.

Sometimes, I just want music. 

No lyrics.

During these moments, I listen to either violin, piano, and the Native American Flute.

There you have it. 

Lisa and I are both beyond amazed that Dad plays and makes Native American Flutes.

I have played the one he sent me.

Many, many times. 

I'm trying to learn how to play it late at night when Lisa is at work.

I'm getting better.

Our kids respond to the sound of the Native American Flute.

They're curious.

At first, they barked.

As time went on, they became used to it.

It has added to the usual tranquil ambiance of our home late at night.

As I write this, I think back to the old home that we rented for almost 8 years. 

Our decision for Lisa to transfer to the second shift would not have worked.

Playing music a little loud at night would not have worked.

Dancing in the kitchen at 11 p.m. at night and singing out loud would not have worked.

Practicing the Native American Flute at midnight would not have worked. 


We're not there.

We are here.

And, we are making it work all the way around. 

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