The other day during Shavasana, I heard an instrumental version of a song I knew I know. I couldn’t begin to recollect what the song was and it had gotten stuck in my head since.
Until one day at work where I was trying to use Google to help me get the name of the song using a few patched up phrases that I vaguely put together. Hilarious I must say. For once Google didn’t know what I was looking for.
There it was — “Colors of the wind” from Pocahontas. Boom.
Needless to say, the song was on repeat for the rest of my day. This particular song on this particular day made me marvel with awe at the universe. For reasons beyond myself, I want to run under a vast blue sky, lie down next to a baby lion stroking its hair and fall asleep, look up at the sky when everything else blends into one color of nothingness and see that I have the whole galaxy to myself.
Oh the simple things in life.