In fifteen years here I've only recently finished my tiny abode, filled with the gifts of medicine, the ceremonial masks, bones, and artwork both human friends and Nature provide. You can often get a feeling for who somebody is by the make-up of their home. Half of mine is a music room. A panoply of percussive instruments take up much of the floor, including congas, ashikos from World Drum in Takilma, the Irish Bhodran, a Laughing Crow Arts dun-dun, and mideastern dumbek. One wall is given over to instruments of the breath, from meditative shakuhachis to an incredible plains flute from Watershed Designs, its end carved into the head of a howling wolf.
Every instrument has a unique personality, a peculiar voice, and a story to go with it.
Almost all were gifts or trades. Together, they form opportunities for entrainment, opportunities for magic. For other lifeforms interconnectedness is an unquestioned condition. For us it must be a concerted practice. We may call that practice deep ecology, and the music engendering such connectedness the deep ecology soundtrack.