Hallowed ground.
A wonderful woman named Dierdre O'Brien, whom I'd met at Harp Camp, surprised me with a call when I was in Miltown Malbay. She asked if I would join her group and play a solo set during a performance at The Old Ground Hotel in Ennis.
I said, why yes, I would love to, very calmly. Then I hung up and spent the next 5 minutes jumping up and down.
Since I'd only brought my lap harp with me to Ireland, Dierdre arranged for me to borrow one of hers. Which means that I showed up at the gig harpless. It felt so strange. So light. So not sweaty and tired and in pain. So refreshing.
I even had time to enjoy the cobblestone patio and round tables
outside in the garden before the show.
And here I am, playing my "Nine Waves" and "Caipini Jig"
for the audience, surrounded by other musicians.
What a dream.
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