You know, I told a doctor visiting me the other day:
You doctors have it all wrong. We don't need medicine. You should put the [hospice] harpist in your pocket instead. ~S. T., Hospice Patient~
Today I played for a lovely woman who, until I started playing for her a couple of months ago on a semi-regular basis, had a very poor impression of harp music. It seems her impression was derived from only hearing an occasional “plunk-plunk,” as she called it, at symphony concerts. She didn’t seem to know it was capable of playing a fluid, beautiful melody, and so, when I landed in her room with my hospice harp, I was able to completely change her mind! What a joy! She was totally startled by her experience the first time and is now so grateful when I arrive in her room to play for her every couple of weeks. She prefers to meditate quietly and “get right with God” she told me today, than to have a lot of hub-bub going on around her.
I love how it's all of everything and it all blends into one remarkable sound: harmony, rhythm, flowing melody. ~S.T., Hospice Patient~
Each time I visit she has one or more profound observations to share and today was no exception. I decided to write them down before I forget:
The music encircles you... it's better than medicine! I think the doctors are catching on...
It creates a breakthrough for my mind, body, and spirit.
~S. T., Hospice Patient~