Month: February 2012

The idea of the harp in connection to some higher realm started the exploration of harp therapy. I bought the Cradle of Sound by Christina Tourin. I bought the 3 disk DVD of Therapeutic Harp by Williams. As I played, in the lower level of my parents house, the caregiver we had hired to take care of my dad who fell earlier in the year and broke his hip heard me playing harp and decided to buy one. While she was there, she bought a basic one and then upgraded to a dusty strings harp. She played every day though she had not played any music and struggled with the notation and with tuning. Still she braved taking the harp to a gathering and played along with a CD, kind of like lipsyncing only handsyncing.

This should have made me braver in my harp playing, seeing how willing she was to reach out into the world and bring even a few notes to better the environment where she was a caregiver.

Though my notes had inspired her, I failed the inspiration test at that point. I put the harp aside. To be revisited.

This was a dark spell where my father was failing and requiring 24 hours care. He had dementia, a catheter, a fragile heart, was a fall risk and wouldn’t stay down. My mother responded to the stress with her own dementia and feeling that people were bringing things and putting them in her closet and taking her money and jewels, etc. Throwing things.

I was the key person in the daily what should we do with the folks and how to keep them safe. My brothers came and helped so much. Truly I thought I was there to help my daughter finish college with a small child and so when she graduated in June of 2010 and I moved back to Portland.

Now I had a “real” harp and an authentic harp teacher (who was very good).

Her hand position totally agreed with Licia’s, thumbs up.

While working the basics, my mbira partner brought over yet another harp that he had built himself from a kit. It is a troubadour harp used in the middle ages. He introduced me to the Cantigas de Santa Maria, songs in praise of the Virgin Mary from a fascinating period of European history, I will digress at a different time

He was house sitting and I got to visit a 15th century harp. This historical episode led me to join the historical harp society and to long for a harp with bray pins (another story, another photo later on).

Above is the troubadour harp. Below, the 15th century Spanish harp.

This was an entry point to historical harp interest which has come forward with me to be explored in this blog at a later time.

What was interesting to me and later cost me a teacher was a chapter on playing historical harp from the book on Performance of Medieval music which related the playing of the harp to mbira as sorted out in the book, Soul of the Mbira. The harp was a connection to the spiritual realm as is the mbira.

Before launching what is NOW happening in my harp world, I regress to 2009 when I took a trip to Portland to go to a workshop but my ailing dog at the last minute decided to go (his caretaker vanished). On the way to Portland, I heard from my mbira friend, Licia. She called and asked for Reiki. I mentioned harp. The rest is history. Oh, and no Jungian workshop for me. Enter harp.

Licia cautioned me on forming the correct hand position (see photo).

This seems simple but has proven to be always a work in progress. Licia had two small harps, two lever harps, and 2 concert harps. Plays beautifully. Here are the first two. I mention them and show a photo because my first harp was a cardboard harp. Nice sound.

I bought a cardboard harp from Arpeggio harps and in the next 2 months traded it up for a Dusty Strings as you have seen in my first post.

Just learned my first iPad WordPress lesson. Publish the post before adding photo.

Chapter 1: Harper Weaver

Several teachers an a couple of harps later, I am learning songs in the IHTP program with Christina Tourin. The harp has always been in my mind since playing the strings of our baby grand piano growing up and watching concert harps on television and Celtic harps as well.

To play now is a struggle and a gift. My first teacher was instrumental in setting a good hand position and transitioning me from the cardboard harp I started on. Kathleen Staub at Arpeggio harps allowed me to trade my cardboard harp for a Dusty Strings 34 string Ravenna. I will add a photo after posting this.

The problem with getting a real harp was that I felt the need to be a real player. I imagine my dad standing over me counting, 1, 2, 3 now do it again. My first teacher said I was a natural but I didn’t believe her, I felt doomed to the level of fledgling which was even above the level that I thought I could accomplish which you might guess is the key wrong word in supporting one’s quest (accomplish).

The gift these last years in moving back to Portland and going through yet another teacher, finding a skype teacher, Christine Magnussen who simply says to pay attention to what you are doing right. Break through!