Reading the musings of Lisa Gawlas (here and here), currently from the grounds of New Mexico, she speaks of The Guardians, the unseen energy keepers, up on the Mesa cliff in her backyard. The ancestors that ‘are us, aspects of us to merge with’. That image stuck with me, and begged for a little soundtrack.
They’re the winds from our past, the breeze from the future, seeding the vortex of Now. They are us. Ssshhhhhh ssshhhhhh [= sound of wind].
Lunar Kid 