Grandmother Mountain




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

Whenever I sing this song, it brings me back to Saltoluokta, Sápmi, land of the midnight sun. Mother Nature often whispers to me in song and story. Over the years, I have collected songs from mountains, trees, rivers and stones. 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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