I have always loved the tenderness of this image, shot years ago when an Orcas friend invited me to photograph a harpists' weekend at her home.This morning, in The Enlightened Heart, I read the perfect explanation -- by the poet Rumi -- for why the image has always resonated so with me:
As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings --
The Holy Spirit is our harpist
And all strings
which are touched in Love
must sound.
This afternoon will mark our last performance of The Secret Garden, with its soaring harmonies and its moving message of hope and resurrection. Surely in this play, Source has struck the note, the Holy Spirit has been our harpist, and we have been touched in Love.
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