The Holistic Flute

09/14/2026

Oh Holy Night Verse 3 below My favorite

Loving one another is the message. It is the teachings of the Christ.
These days it seems hating one another is the message. We can choose to remain in hatred and destroy ourselves. Or break our chains to have freedom, love, compassion and compromise with each other.

Verse 3

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is Peace
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us Praise His Holy name
Christ is the Lord; O praise His name forever!
His power and glory evermore proclaim
His power and glory evermore proclaim

09/08/2026

Back from my walkabout down south ( Carabout lol)

23 days
3936 miles
45.3 mpg. Pretty good. Considering all the mountains I had to climb in my Prius,

09/05/2026

Brookside gardens https://montgomeryparks.org/parks-and-trails/brookside-gardens/

The flute cuts out abruptly at the end. On my home computer I can fade out the audio and do other stuff with it. Getting better with I movie.

Visiting labyrinths has been part of my walkabout. A week before staring I found out there is a national labyrinth society. (International-too). So I googled labyrinth ms, you would be surprised how many there are scattered about. 2 of the 4 have been located on religious places, 1at a church.

The society has a conference mid October in Connecticut. Which I signed up for.
The flute cuts out abruptly at the end. On my home computer I can fade out the audio and do other stuff with it. Getting better with I movie.

Visiting labyrinths has been part of my walkabout. A week before staring I found out there is a national labyrinth society. (International-too). So I googled labyrinth ms, you would be surprised how many there are scattered about. 2 of the 4 have been located on religious places, 1at a church.

The society has a conference mid October in Connecticut. Which I signed up for.

08/29/2026

08/27/2026

From time to time,
We forget who we are,
The world grasps and pulls:

Our minds go bananas.

We forget to
Stop, Pause and breathe in,
All the wonders,
Our life has been.

All the good we have seen,
The help we have been for others,
(Even a kind word to a stranger,
We may never see again.)

The growth we have been through,
The struggles that got us there,
The joy in overcoming,
Past and current traumas.,
Which liberated us to today.

We know today’s freedom,
Prepares us for tomorrow’s leap,
As we surge on ahead,
To wherever we will be.

08/23/2026

Somewhere is here,
Sometime is now,
Someone is me.

Where else could it be,
When else,
And Who else?

In every moment,
Right now,
Right here,
We have a choice.

We can feel what was,
That brought us to our awareness,
We can ask for guidance,
To help us through.

We can choose the solution,
Or choose to ignore it,
Then we are no longer,
Here,
Right now,
Only someone lost in the muck,
Helpless in the world.

Until we again realize:
Somewhere is here,
Sometime is now,
Someone is me.

And choose differently.

08/17/2026

08/17/2026

Today is 9/11. Pinning this and the other video I made at the Flight 93 Memorial. Here, people do not talk politics. They are are simply there to remember. In solemness with others no matter their differences. Let that feeling be yours today and everyday. Remembering to Love thy neighbor as thyself. Bringing healing to each other, the country and the world.

This is the 2nd of the Flight 93 Memorial videos. The black road is the beginning of where the plane started to crash. As I walked onto the road, I froze. I couldn’t move forward. I put my hands out facing the road. I didn’t bring a flute, I was just going to feel the energy.

The little voice said go get a flute and play for the souls. So I went back to the car, got a flute and someone volunteered to record me. No external mic hooked up to the phone this time.

The video is below. As I was playing, a small child walked by and looked at me right in the eyes, for a few seconds. Her eyes were deep and old. I recognized her as one of the ones I was playing for.

I felt really strange after this. Words are difficult. It was like elation but grounded at the same time. Like the Universe and the Earth were both tugging at me simultaneously. And for a while, I felt totally balanced on the seesaw of life.

This is the 2nd of the Flight 93 Memorial videos. The black road is the beginning of where the plane started to crash. As I walked onto the road, I froze. I couldn’t move forward. I put my hands out facing the road. I didn’t bring a flute, I was just going to feel the energy.

The little voice said go get a flute and play for the souls. So I went back to the car, got a flute and someone volunteered to record me. No external mic hooked up to the phone this time.

The video is below. As I was playing, a small child walked by and looked at me right in the eyes, for a few seconds. Her eyes were deep and old. I recognized her as one of the ones I was playing for.

I felt really strange after this. Words are difficult. It was like elation but grounded at the same time. Like the Universe and the Earth were both tugging at me simultaneously. And for a while, I felt totally balanced on the seesaw of life.

08/17/2026

1st of 2 videos of the Flight 93 memorial from the 9/11 passengers making the plane crash in Shanksville near Pittsburgh Pa

This is the tower of voices that has bells ringing. It wasn’t windy enough for them to ring.

As I approached closer to the tower, I felt the souls of the departed. As I stood under the tower, I had tears.

I walked away a little and found solace to play to them. A guy came by afterwards and said it was beautiful.

Video below