I listened to Mozart on the mountain.

We are home. We just arrived back home after enjoying spring break in Keystone, Colorado. It was wonderful. The weather was perfect. Cold, clear, fresh snow awaited our arrival. This was our first trip to Keystone. My family likes to try a new and exciting place every year. They don't like the familiar. Having learned how to ski in my forties, I don't experience the confidence and elation quite like the rest of my family, as we approach each new and challenging mountain. I was thrilled to find out how effortlessly I could keep up with my daughter on the "blues." "Blues" is the term for a type of mountain requiring a level of skill. "Greens" are the easiest and "blues" are next. After a few runs, my husband and daughter wanted me to try some harder slopes. A "difficult blue." As I stood at the top of the mountain looking straight down it's slope, she encouraged me with, "mom I'll go slow and wait for you, you can do this." Off we go down the endless terrain. I can feel my legs burn. I feel overwhelmed by the vastness of this slope. As I allow my stress to take the form of anger, I tell my husband, "this is just too hard for me and I wonder why I am doing this." Finally, after making it completely down to the next lift, I feel jubilant. I have made it. As my son and his friend are waiting for us to go eat lunch, I raise my arms in victory as I ski into the slow zone. I see the smile on my son's face. I have come such a long way from five years ago. I couldn't even load unto the ski lift. My husband, my son and my daughter, all wear their earphones to listen to their favorite music as they tear down the slopes. It is simply a "must-have"for them to enjoy skiing. Knowing I was able to conquer my fear and uncertainty by skiing to the next level was music to my soul. As I felt the wind on my face and the sound of my skis cutting the fresh snow, I realized why this slope was named "Mozart." The real music can be heard only by the fresh ears not dulled by the loudness of familiarity. I heard Mozart blowing through the trees and through my heart, it was beautiful.