Tonight Christopher and I were joined at the Sacred Wave studio by Michael and his 95 year old mother, Margaret. For Christopher and I, it is always an honor to share the songs of the Gongs and the healing opportunities they bring with whomever finds their way to us. But sometimes something happens that touches us in a way that compels us to put the experience into words. However feeble an attempt it may be, perhaps the shaping of the the feeling into language will let us touch it for a bit longer and just maybe it will allow the magic to endure.
I can yet only imagine how a 95 year old body does not readily ease into comfort. Or how thoughts may cloud and the lines between here and there and now and then blur. I can only imagine what a 95 year old heart holds or what it hopes for. As I shared the sacred space with Margaret online casino tonight, I wished for her, peace. And we trust that healing will come, in whatever way healing means for her.
Margaret”s 95 year old being did not easily find comfort in a nest of pillows and blankets on Christopher”s massage table. But we did what we could and hoped for the best. The Gongs sounded particularly sweet tonight and soon Margaret”s breathing slowed and deepened. In the five minutes of silence that followed the 60 minute Gong Immersion, Margaret continued to rest.
Upon waking, Margaret told us that she had traveled elsewhere and had a visit with her beloved, Edmond. She told us that she wanted to stay in that place. She wanted to stay on Christopher”s table. She wanted the embrace of the Waves to go on and on. As she and Michael left us, Margaret was smiling. That seems a smile to be remembered.
Ah, as anticipated, this is a feeble attempt. I can”t explain what the air felt like, or the lightness of being or the wrinkle in time. But I wonder, is this perhaps what grace feels like? Sweet dreams, Margaret. Blessed journey, dear one.
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