Grandmother Mountain

Grandmother Mountain, so high above,
waiting, watching, and holding us. 

When I sing this song, it takes me back to the Land of the Midnight Sun. Mother Nature often whispers to me through the language of music and over the years I have collected melodies from all sorts of places. These songs are such precious gifts that I always carry with me wherever I go. I only need to sing to remember and return... 

So go outside and listen. Truly listen. The earth is singing... 


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