On hiking/walking and feeling closer to something greater:
I went to a writer's workshop in Taos Ski Valley last year. I
drove, and stopped in Albuquerque on the way. In the Old Town part
of town, I happened upon an art store that had some reasonable
Native American flutes for sale, and me, being a musician, wanted
one. But then the owner took me back to his "secret" room where he
had professionally made flutes and lots of other expensive artwork.
One was of cedar, blessed by a tribe with the name "Trail's
Friend," which I thought very apt. I bought it.
Once in Taos Ski Valley, the flute and I went for a walk a few
times. Near the lodge us writers were staying in was a lovely
little path by a stream, so I walked and played whatever came to
mind. And the coolest thing? The flute was in tune with the stream.
Such an amazing, nifty feeling to be in tune with nature. So never
have I felt more at one with the world than I did on those walks.
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