Healing with a Song

It took a minute to realize what was happening. We were gathered on the dock, a disparate bunch of travelers waiting for the Aran Islands ferry. Islanders returning home, kids off for a lark, German tourists – and us, a small group of Americans on interfaith pilgrimage with their novice leader – me. Milling around, each anxious to see his or her luggage loaded onto the boat, we were each our own first priority -- until a flurry of distress cut through our preoccupation.
Halfway onto the boat was a child, maybe three years old, clinging for dear life to the gangway as it slid closer and closer to the edge of the pier. His Gran was right behind, holding white-knuckled to the rail and straining to keep the lad from falling into the cold blackness between ferry and pier. The world narrowed to the grandmother’s desperation, the mother’s screams, and the boatmen’s curses as they fought to subdue a gangplank gone wild. And, in the crowd, panic was on the edge of being born.
In emergencies, I believe that bystanders are best advised to stay put. But this time I wasn’t just a bystander. I was leading 13 pilgrims on a spiritually-focused journey in a foreign land. What does a leader "do" when the appropriate thing is to stand and wait?
We’d sung a lot during our journey, meditative songs, giving voice to interfaith prayer. Now, I’m no musician. I can’t stay on key. During my youth, harsh teasing taught me to keep my voice to myself. So it was with surprise that I heard myself. “Sing with me,” I said.
I gathered the pilgrims with my eyes and arms, and the poet Rumi’s words rose from a half dozen throats, some subdued, some with mounting hope: "Come, come, whoever you are . . . ours is no caravan of despair. . ." The air gentled. Some bystanders hummed, a few sang along. Finally, child and grandma safe, we let our song fade, and our voyage began .
There are moments that shine, and forever illumine the meanings by which you understand your life. I know now that I am called to risk, to move beyond my comfort zone, and make a safe space where others can also stand. And when I do not know, I pray to trust a deeper wisdom to remind me of the time when healing happened with a song.

(c) M. Killoran, Hendersonville NC, 2004

About the Author

Maureen is a certified Authentic Happiness Life Coach and Unitarian minister. Her passion is helping mid-life women and couples achieve lives of meaning and creativity, through her coaching practice, SpiritQuest LLC. She offers workshops, coaching, rites of passage, e-courses, a free monthly e-zine, and more -- check out her website www.spiritquest.ws