As the sun ascends to its morning throne, the pristine waters of Lake of the Woods are bathed in light. In this final installment of our three-part series, the morning is in full bloom, and my flute's voice sings a different tune—a melody that honors the past and embraces the spontaneous flow of the present.

For 12 minutes, let's share this space where time expands and invites reflection. I play from the heart, channeling the spirit of my ancestors and the raw essence of the moment, unbound by the need to entertain, but simply to be true to the music that comes forth.

Subscribe and join me in this homage to the ancestors, to the reasons why we play, and to the truths we find in the music that stirs deep within us, against the backdrop of Lake of the Woods' tranquil beauty.