A summer morning meditation about waking up, with the moon in Libra, the balanced middle sign of the zodiac, and Rumi's poem "Whatever Happens" to open the door.

Send a golden cord of light from the base of your spine into the earth and let whatever is ready to go dissolve down it. Wake at the edge of a fragrant forest and breathe in jasmine, gardenia and rose. Walk barefoot on cool grass past wildflowers and listen to the overlapping conversations of the songbirds. Sit on a moss-covered rock and dip your fingertips into a crystal-clear brook. Watch your thoughts drift like clouds across a blue sky, feel your heartbeat in your palms, then breathe each chakra's qualities from the root up to the crown.

We had been recording world music in the studio, and the bowls kept drifting toward world scales. By the end they had moved as much clockwise as counterclockwise, balanced as the Libra moon.