Native American Flute Music

~ Spirit of the Seasons ~

by: Keith Shadow Hawk Adams

 

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All things have life…. for many years I have felt drawn to carry my flutes as I wander through the wilderness so that I may play for the animals and spirit that frequent the magnificent and sacred land. My journey has taken me to many beautiful and enchanting places, to moments in time that I cannot find the words to describe, moments where I have become at one with the Earth and nature, where the boundary between myself and all else has dissolved and where my identity has becomes entwined with the natural energy rhythms of the Earth.

In my music I have created the essence of these experiences with the desire that others may share the joy, wonder and enlightenment they bring. It is my dearest wish that you too will find yourself gently carried through time and space to enjoy those same wondrous moments.

Keith Shadow Hawk

 


"Join with me and Experience unique and magical moments as we journey together through the sacred landscapes and the cycle of the seasons to find peace, joy and harmony"

Total Play Time - 56:17 Mins

  

Spirit of the Seasons

£ 11:99
Keith and his flute are never far apart and and throughout his travels he has often been drawn to play in many sacred and special places.. Each place has it’s own very precious and personal energy which has left Keith with profound and wonderful memories.
In this gentle and inspired music Keith seeks to recreate that same energy and intimacy. Through the “Spirit of the Seasons” Keith invites you to share in these most precious moments.
Winters Dream .....High in the mountains you wake to a crisp dawn and step out to greet the morning. Grandfather sun is just over the shoulder of the mountain ridge and his bright rays glisten on the snow covered flanks. As you stroll through this mystical landscape you hear voices calling through the silence and reply to their call with your flute. The music dances back and forth across the mountainside as you lose all sense of time and place. (10:42 mins)

Spring Tides ......As the sun nears the horison you walk along the sea shore listening to the roll of the powerful waves, the cry of the spinning gulls and the haunting call of a distant bell. Slowly you realise that you are alone, this space and moment belongs to you alone and you pause on a rock to drink upon the ambiance. You sense the power of the ocean and yet the gentleness of the waves and slowly the soft, almost sad, vibrations of the flute carry you into the moment. (12:32 mins)
Summer Days ..... Lying in the soft dry grass at the edge of a bubbling stream shaded from the sun by the protective canopy of whispering trees. Here is a place of peace and tranquillity, somewhere to rest for a while. Slowly you hear the dancing sound of the flute drifting on the breeze through the trees. It draws near to you as you rest and you find yourself lost to the soft and gently healing sounds. When your senses return a warm feeling of well being softly embrases you and in the distance you hear the flute slowly drifting away (11:21 mins)

Arizona Nights .......An inviting fire burns gently in the centre of the TiPi village but the Arizona evening sounds call to you so you stroll along the canyon and away from the hum of the village . As you drift through the shadowed desert landscape you hear a flute calling you still further until you see a finger of rock pointing skyward. There is an energy here, something beyond time and place, that draws your senses and fills your heart with wonder. The flute calls again but now it’s sound is woven with soft music and the distant call of another flute that draws memories of a time now past. Your spirit joins with the spirit of the land. (10:19 mins)

 
Autumn Winds........High in the early Autumn mountains the winds blow amongst the stark rocky peaks. Something unseen gently beckons to you as it as beckoned the distant eagle you hear calling on the wind…. You are drawn and find yourself lifted on the air. You soar high until your flying beside a golden eagle, your wings beat in time and then, high above the valleys, your wings stop in unison and you both drift easily and slowly, hanging on the air. All you can hear is the rushing of the wind, the call of the eagle, and away in the distance, the sound of a flute answering. (11:23 mins).
         
   
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