Today started out as a very bad day. Due to a mix-up with Jodie’s prescription dog food, I had to make a quick trip to the UW vet clinic to get the proper food. Mind you, that is a two hour drive in good weather one way. Today, however, was going to be a race against impending storms.
Jodie and I jumped into the van, and turned the key. A distinct clicking sound could be heard. Dead battery. I called the shop to discuss the situation (long story), and they sent over a tow truck.
Oddly enough, the tow truck broke down in front of our house. Hydraulic fuel everywhere. You couldn’t make this up. Finally, after several hours we were on the road in Randy’s car.
Feeling pretty low, I flipped on the radio, which synced to my phone. Suddenly the car was filled with beautiful Native American flute Music. I was transported to a time in my life where beauty and music reigned supreme, the Wisconsin Dells.
I worked in Wisconsin Dells for many years, and was part of the Indian Ceremonial as a nightly tour guide. My Sister was in charge of talent, and making sure everything went off without a hitch. Music was always a major part of the night. Sitting on the boat, or in the stands, the music would wipe away all the stressors of the day. It was/is heavenly. I loved the songs and the music of the drum, but the flute was my weakness.
After the Dells, as a Reiki Practitioner/Reflexologist, I played several CDs in my office that were all Native American flute music. It completely relaxed my clients, and many took note of the composers/musicians in order to purchase their CDs. R. Carlos Nakai was one of my favorites. His music fed my soul.
The car ride to the University of Wisconsin Vet Clinic and back was delightful. The stunning landscape, coupled with the dulcet tones of the Native American flute, made my heart full. What I thought was going to be a bad day turned out to be just the opposite. I think a sound bath of Native American flute music is just what I needed to make this a beautiful day.