Born in the month of the cry of the baby eagles, I've experienced most of my youth on the Navajo Reserve in the small town of Piñon, Arizona, which my sister calls "God's Country". Being part of pow-wows and other sacred social gatherings of friends and families, I've been raised to respect spirits, like and death as well as the elements, space and time and other Nations. My Grandmothers, Aunts and Sisters were the people most influential in my upbringing.

My first Native American flute was given to me by my Uncle Irvin in trade for a grass dance outfit. He showed my the basic fingering and breathing, then told me to practice and only then would I be able to play my own songs. At first I procrastinated an the flute hung on the wall. Then one night a month later I had a blissful dream and the following morning my family awakened to flute music for the first time.

As individuals, we are only a single note lingering gin this cosmos, but as one people we make a strong chord in Harmony with the Universe.

~Mockingbird