Waking the Devas
A while ago, a friend of mine was telling me about her new garden. It was in the country across the road from a forest. It made her happy just seeing it. It overflowed with life as if little spirits were peeping out around the tomatoes, morning glories and grass. Even the bugs that ate plants down to the ground had a magic to them although that didn't make them less of a nuisance. The garden became a nursery for nature devas, a safe place for them to gain strength as they step, roll and rush out into the world. This got me thinking about waking the devas, fairies, nature spirits in the world around us. Drawing them into the cracks in our lives and letting them run wild. Messy sometimes but more than worth it for all the joy they bring. The music on this CD developed during this time. I hope you enjoy it. 1 Lament's Balm---glass piccolo in C recorded in a forest clearing 2 Rain Dare---glass picc during a rainstorm with a few cows 3 Thaw Longing (Sun in January)---flute as a wind front built up 4 Wind and Rain (Waking Lullaby)---glass picc in a garden during a break in the rain 5 Flood Drops---flute on a sunny winter day in a greenhouse 6 Drawing Out---glass flute in G on a windy sunny day in a greenhouse 7 Fireflies-Here and There---flute at early night on the edge of the woods with crickets 8 (Enter Chorus) How Hummingbird Sees Time---baroque flute on an afternoon in a forest clearing as the cicadas warmed up 9 (Fireflies) Spying on Starfall---flute at night on a lane in the woods with crickets 10 Chorus in the Elm---baroque flute on an afternoon in a forest clearing with cicadas 11 Fireflies-World's Rim---flute at night on the edge of the woods with crickets 12 Perseids-Night's Overflow---flute and rattle at midnight on a lane in the woods 13 Cicada Antiphony---baroque flute on a summer afternoon in a forest clearing 14 Perseids-Some May Yet Sleep---flute on a lane in the woods under meteors 15 Lament's Balm/Lemon Balm II---flute at night on a lane in the woods 16 The Fairies' Hounds---flute. The hounds in question scrambled across a tile floor toward the flute (click, clack go the claws) but refrained from howling till the music was done.