Mary McGrann's Story

just read your story titled "Abe," and I had to visit your site ...The story was so timely for me...My uncle just passed away this week and my husband and I saw him last weekend. As we stood at the foot of his bed, images and memories washed over us like waves on the sand. A loving and pure form of communication was taking place, like the Kogi use and our spirits were connected and soaring. I became acutely aware that music was needed in his hospital room. He was not conscious in the traditional sense and the knowledge that music transcends our consciousness filled my soul.

I am a special education teacher. I work with severely emotionally disturbed children every day. I have added music to my program for the last several years and I encourage others to do the same in workshops that I conduct. Each morning to ground and soothe and set the tone for the day, we listen to soft and healing background music. It is the kind that imitates how your body feels in certain moods and by listening to the music, your body falls into the pattern of the music's mood. I feel the difference each morning.

I use music throughout the day for various purposes and I know that music can reach places in the kids hearts and souls that truly makes a difference...

I have even done teacher training workshops and to communicate on a deep level, use music with teachers and administrators too. There have been times when each person in my workshops felt so deeply that they cried...

I became aware that I was holding several tapes in my purse while in my uncle's room last Sunday. One tape was titled, "Goodbye Dear Friends," which I use at the end of the year so that we can separate and say goodbye. I also had a beautiful piano piece titled "Heal Of the Hand." Also, I was holding a tape of Native American Flute Music.

I told you that we were experiencing a deep Kogi like communication. As I became aware of the tapes in my purse, I brought the sounds to life within me. In this way, I believe I shared this music and angelic sound with my uncle. I could hear the farewell of "Goodbye Dear Friends." I can feel the magic of "Heal Of the Hand." I could also sense my spirit soaring as it does when we listen to Native American Flute Music each year in my classroom...

Music does touch a dimension that transcends time and space. I needed to share. Thanks for listening...

Epilogue:
I was not aware when I wrote to you that my Uncle had planned his funeral and had left explicit instructions to play an old Irish folk song called "The Parting Glass" for all those he loved. It was his way of saying goodbye. When they brought the tape recorder into the funeral and played the song, as we read the lyrics, I had goosebumps!!! An entire symphony must have been playing in that hospital room between my songs and my Uncle's farewell song.... Music can say more than words.

Much Light,
Mary

©2000 Mary McGrann

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