Once, I was under enormous stress. I needed first aid, so I took a flute and walked to a secluded beach near Ashdod's ancient citadel. I put the flute to my mouth and this is what came out. Seven minutes later, I forgot all about the… [Read more...]

Wherever I go here in my cherished homeland, be it the desert, the seacoast or the field, I sense a different melody. Strangely, if I'm playing a beautifully crafted Native American flute, nothing happens. But if I take a simple Land-of-Israel reed flute, it plays by itself. Here's the melody that… [Read more...]