"Come Home to the River"

I am The River

Where Every Spirit

Flows

I am The Song

That Every Child

Knows

*DVD 60 min./ with original harp music

October 31st. An early, cold autumn morning. Chill all around. The River rushes with purpose. To move, to move. Everything around is still,

not the river. It is a magical time of memories and enchantments. Slowly the light begins to creep down the embankment. Adding gold to the

dense atmosphere. Silver dances lightly on the river surface. The silver turns to bright white in the foam of the moving river. The sky is

gray and reflected in the water. The rocks on the side of the river catch the shine and reflect it back. A surprise flits across the screen from

right to left about 12 minutes onto the river. Later the first fall snow storm. Winter. The first storm of the fall begins with icy rain which turns

slowly into soft fluffy snow. The snow is gaily falling over trees, grass, rocks. Watching the falling snow flakes, one feels silent inside as the

snow lightly sticks to the waiting rocks, and branches of the trees, creating a white coat. The stillnes is strong in this storm, even the river

seems to flow faster on it's trip. Another surprise greets us as first a whistle sounds and then after just a few moments….a train appears at

the edge of the River's canyon. The train, too, has a purpose and a destination, loaded with goods from far away soon to be delivered. The

river rumbles along with a frosty murmur. The deep rage of the swirling waters and suddenly……Spring becomes the dance of green. The

water brings life and energy to all it touches. The hues of green many as the eye can behold. The water is high and serious about it's

movement. Tree roots are covered by the raging river and branches dip low into the stream of liquid. One is moved with poetry about new life,

ideas, music. The words have rhythm that is thousands of years old. We can hear our ancestors in the ancient water. We can see the dance

of the renaissance steps. Soon we have Summer's lazy moving ripples . The River is just rambling along with a sweet song. Abundance is

everywhere in the plants that touch the water, in the leaves swinging In the trees overhead, in the bright and gleaming sun. We now hear,

"Summer Daze", a new piece written just for this project.