That was not the case with the Medicine Park Flute Festival this past weekend.
Two years ago, after my husband, Ronnie, got back to walking again after his surgery in August, he, my daughter, my one year old grandson and I went up for the festival. It was miserably hot that day so after a walk down Main Street, we got back in the car, drove up Mt. Scott, then came home. We talked about how pleasant it would be to take a seat along the river in the late evening and just listen to the spirit healing music. We planned to do so next year.
We didn't get another chance. Ronnie passed away less than a year later.
This year, the Medicine Park Flute Festival was slated for Saturday and Sunday. My friend, Dotti, said she'd go with me but she was selling raffle tickets at the Derby Dames on Saturday, so we didn't go until Sunday afternoon.
For those of you who are not familiar with Medicine Park, it is about fifteen miles northwest of Lawton, nestled in the Wichita Mountains. It is one of those places that can't be described or explained. It has to be experienced.
|Mt. Scott in the background|
It was still pretty warm when Dotti and I arrived, but we found a bench in the shade near the waterfall and sat down. We'd seen clouds in the distance on the way up. They came on in and overcast the late afternoon sun.
Also on his website, he had samples of his music and, of course, his cd's are for sale there.
The sun was sinking below the hills across the river by the time the next musician Jonny Lipford (www.jonnylipford.com) walked out onto the platform in the water.
Lipford's website says this: "Jonny Lipford takes an age old instrument and uses it to create not only the traditional sounds, but also sounds that are new and not commonly linked to the Native American style flute - a voice all his own. In every song you hear, you’ll experience the unbridled passion of an individual who has experienced far more than many people his age. Jonny’s innate sense of composition and mature understanding of melody touches the soul. Jonny’s hands play out melodies that are uniquely pure, invoking a variety of emotions that will warm your heart and leave you astonished at his musical technique."
I find all that to be true.
As Lipford played one delightful song after another, the sun went down, a cool breeze blew across the water. The visitors sitting along the river were quiet. A few folks were swimming. The lights along the Riverwalk came on. Two flocks of Canadian geese flew low over the water. The locusts started their own chorus and behind everything we could always hear the waterfall.
I thought about Ronnie, and how much he would love this. Then I noticed cars coming down off Mt. Scott in the near distance and realized he is never far from me.
|Main street in front of the Old Plantation|
Leaving the restaraunt, we had the opportunity to stop and say hello to Mr. Lipford, and to thank him for the excellent music presentation.
A beautiful night sky accompanied us back to my car. I bought three of Jonny Lipford's cd's. I put one in the player for the trip back to Wichita Falls.
I couldn't ask for a more perfect evening.