Here’s a question: when was the last time you woke up singing?
Lately I’ve awakened before my alarm goes off to the refrain of Cole Porter’s song ‘It’s De-Lovely’ dancing around in my head. What a lovely way to start my day: a bouncy, memorable tune and glorious lyrics. I get out of bed with a smile on my face. Life feels good.
If I manage to sleep until my alarm goes off, I will start my day with Etta James singing ‘At Last’. Fabulous! As I go through my day, I’ll catch myself humming the song I woke to, bringing me back into the Light, into a stronger, more inspired walking of my Tao.
(Somehow this has also become the ringtone for my phone, and every now and again I’m startled and delighted to hear Etta announcing my calls with the reminder that I found a dream that I can cling to.)
Music is the language of the soul, speaking aloud what is going on deep inside of us. I love it when my subconscious uses music to remind me that I’m not alone, that I am loved, that I am inspired and strong, and able to walk my life with grace and humor.
When I start my day feeling happy, the rest of the day just seems to be easier. This really works, even in times of high stress. If I’m feeling out of balance or a bit blind-sided by life, I’ll start – somewhat desperately, it’s true – to sing, searching for songs that remind me that life is better than I’m experiencing in that moment.
If the music catches me at that point between sleeping and waking and injects the thought that I am loved, I’m better able to keep my balance for the rest of the day. If the tune is catchy and gets stuck in my head, it becomes a mantra that eases my way through just about anything.
You could give it a try. You might find, back to Cole Porter, that life is “… delightful, it’s delicious, it’s delectable, it’s delirious, it’s dilemma, it’s delimit, it’s deluxe, it’s de-lovely”.