Tales From The Harp, Creating Sacred Spaces
--by SissyLee, posted Feb 15, 2018
When I entered the room of the woman I felt summoned by, she beckoned me to her bedside and said she had been hoping I would come. We held hands. I shared that I felt I could not ignore a message to harp for her today. A friend in the room said God was tapping me on the shoulder. My patient asked if I would stay until the end.
I began to play and family members and friends began to arrive. They formed a spiral around her bed, held her hands and stroked her shoulders. At one point, this blessed soul asked for a comb to comb her hair. (There was no hair -- long gone to chemo). Watching her comb her imaginary hair brought tears to my eyes.
The book title "The Art of Dying" was on the nightstand.
For two hours I played -- unknown and known Irish pieces, ancient hymns, modes, sweet songs of yore. Her elder mother loved Dona Nobis Pacem. Kum Bey Yah had several singing to their loved one. My eyes were beginning to blur and my dogs began to send me psychic messages about needing to go out. This was going to go on for awhile. I told a family member and she said we understand. It is OK. And we are so grateful.
As I packed things up, my friend said, Karen, come here. We held hands again and she and her mother thanked me profusely. I told them what an honor it was to be part of this sacred circle. I thanked them for giving me this gift. Told her I would see her on the flip side, which made her laugh and she said she would be blowing me kisses into my car as I drove away. Such grace.
To this beautiful woman and her gentle family, who so quietly and tenderly held space and created such a profound moment, I love you all. I will always have you in my heart. Thank you for allowing me to give my humble gift of simple harp music.