HarpFusion in Church
It's easy to see why angels play harps in heaven. On Saturday afternoon, some of them were in the apse of St. Mark Catholic Church. With strong fingers and graceful wrists they plucked and strummed and caressed the strings. With a sharp pull and a graceful release, hands up, curved fingers freeing the vibrations, the audience silent, the leader, raising her hand in triumph, as the music died. It was something to behold, something to treasure. I was there because a friend from The Happy Ladies Club extended an invitation. Her church was throwing a party for its new building and The University of Arizona's HarpFusion was playing. Auntie Em played the harp in her youth. I wished she were by my side on Saturday. I wanted Christina-Taylor, too, so I lit a candle, just in case her spirit was wandering in the neighborhood, looking for a pleasant afternoon respite. I was in church, after all. Harps are beautifu...