I’ll tell you something metaphorical about the Drum: When a man wants to go in a journey, he will choose a fine and strong horse. I think mine is very fine and strong, besides beautiful. I’m very, very, happy and satisfied with all the things that came from you.
Besides the Drum, the flute, the pipe and the feathers, are come along with me in all my journeys. I’m using it with honor and respect, like the sacred things must do.
My purest prays are made with the pipe and the wind is respected with the song of the flute. The feathers remember me that our first father is alive and stronger than ever.
Thank you very much for your care and for the path chosen by you, that made and still make many people feel complete.
Peace and harmony.