and the universe speaks...

I had an interesting experience a couple of months back. I was having a whacky brain day; dwelling on things that were not doing me any good. I knew this but couldn't seem to let it go. I thought about a lyric from a song by local band, "The Stange Attractors" that used to be together about six years ago. It said "My mind's a dangerous neighborhood - don't want to go in alone - bring a chaperone." It made me laugh, so I dug out their CD. As I listened to it that day, it seemed like some of the songs on there were directly speaking to me.

I causually know one of the singer-songwriters of this duo. Tricia Pilkington is a really talented, nice, and beautiful person. I've had some nice conversations with her when we ended up at the same party or event in the small mountain community I used to live in.

I decided to email her (which I had never done before) and let her know that her music had a positive effect on me at a time when I really needed it. I was a bit embarrased because I didn't want to come off as a groupy or anything. I almost didn't send it but I just felt strongly compelled to.

The next day I got a response that gave me chills.

She said that morning, during her regular morning prayers, she had asked for just one affirmation that she should continue with her music. She was feeling like the whole endevor was too time consuming and self indulgent. She got my message. It made her cry. It was the sign she needed to start a new recording project that very week.

Just the right message at just the right time. We were there for each other. The universe seems to have used both of us. We were it's voice.