Grandmother Mountain




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

Whenever I sing this song, it brings me back to Saltoluokta, Sápmi, in northern Sweden. Mother Nature often whispers to me in song and story, and I have collected many songs over the years from mountains, trees, rivers and stones. These songs are such precious gifts that I always carry with me wherever I go, connecting me to my nature sanctuaries all around the world. I only need to sing to remember and return... 

So go outside. Listen. Mother Nature is always singing... 



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