Somewhere up in the wild and rugged mountains a man lives with his big family. Theirs is a homey, rustic life, infused with the beauty of nature and a love for simple pleasures. Their days are occupied with chores and compromises, but it also filled to bouyancy with fresh air, good music, and laughter. This man is a maker of things, a tinkerer on a very high level. He endeavors through his work to pay homage to the savage perfection of this earthly existence. He strives to bring forth well-conceived and harmonious things because he is a believer in the restorative power of beauty and good intent.
Working with his surroundings and to honor the ever giving elemental force of the trees, wanting, out of reverence, to give them voice, compelled by love, inspired by song, he forges the bones of the ancestor trees into resonant vessels to amplify a new yet eternal chorus of voices. Hear now the message they convey! Of the power of love in the throbbing heart of us all! Each voice a spirit calling from within. Each a vision of the beautiful imperfection of life. Each seeking a keeper to carry it out into the wide world. To make it sing, to inspire revery, to quell fear and bring us closer together.
Yet there were few that found their way across his path and the magic of what he had created was little known and almost regarded as myth. All this talk of beauty and harmony and the so-called power of rhythm and love, was all out of place, almost quaint to the casual citizen of the day. But he persisted. For every time a believer found their way up into the mountains and left with a gift of subtle, divine vibrational ecstasy, he knew that a seed had been sown, and a good thing done, and that perhaps because of it the future would be better for his family and the world.
I heard that he is still up there and that the music is as real as ever. Maybe if you find yourself deep in the mountains, exhausted from the search, finally coming to peace with the fact that you may never find what you seek, you might hear a sound, a pure voice echoing through the trees, beckoning, leading you home to a place inside yourself where music unites the soul of us all.