Last Tuesday I carefully packed the car with my skis, multiple jackets for unpredictable weather, snacks and tea. And I headed off to June Mountain for my first ski day of the season. I love going by myself, I get to listen or not listen to music, podcasts, books, meditations, etc. Hmm, what shall I listen to this morning? My intention was to be as mindful as possible, to practice being awestruck by the scenery that is so incredible, every mile of the way. I plug my phone in, having not chosen anything yet. And the music starts playing before I make the left turn onto Chalfant Road. Drums….and then….O Come Ye, Mother Water, I am diving into thee, float me on your rivers and sing me with your seas...wait, what was that? Played it again and again, sang along until I had it memorized (I know, that’s not too hard, but still…) And then, when I pulled over eventually, I added it to my Itunes library. Because it wasn’t there, it was a gift from the Universe. When I go skiing, I am diving into Thee…when I row or swim or honor the waters, I am diving into Thee. This gives me a prayer to sing, what a gift!

Sometimes random things start playing when I plug in my phone. I listen for whatever might be nudging me. Sometimes it’s something amazing or thought provoking, sometimes it’s some music that gets on my nerves! 🙂 But I’m open to listening, discerning, and smiling at the many ways the Universe has for inspiring us. And sometimes just messing with our minds. :0 But in this case, Urpichay Sonqo, thank you!

O Come Ye Mother Waters performed by Ayla Nereo