Friday night, I had the great pleasure of experiencing a livingroom concert by Denise Hagan. Her Irish roots brought out the story telling, giving background to her many moving songs. When I first spoke of her in Rise Up In Song, I heard just 4 songs during a talk in church. This concert was all Denise, ranging from a Joni Mitchell tune she listened to as a child to drown out the sounds of the military, through flute songs for the “elementals” (fairies or devata) into the song that came through when she called for healing of bone cancer. (‘Perfect Replications’, it worked)
“If you could see what I see, you’d never lose your smile”
In many songs, she speaks of her long journey home. ‘The life you’ve been Dying to Live’ line “I’ve worn out bodies like I’ve worn out shoes and I have no desire to waste another one” speaks to her desire to make this her last.
‘Glory and Grace’ are new words for the lovely hymn with overly somber lyrics, Abide with Me. And my favorite, ‘Amazing Space’, new words for Amazing Grace. Makes the heart sing.
“Sweet million years I’ve roamed this Earth in search of who I AM And still it never once occurred to Me that its right here where I stand…
In this Amazing space, Amazing Space that lyes right here in Me
The treasure deep within my chest that I at last can feel”
And she shares that feeling with the audience. You can explore
more lyrics here:
http://www.denisehagan.com/ (see comments)
She has a powerful effect on the heart of ‘those Who Hear’, a song that came through from a past life saint. She left a singing career in Ireland to move to “heaven in Canada” on the west coast.
To give you an idea of just how connected she is to the heart, she offers a service to help parents communicate with their autistic kids. She says they speak in feelings. She translates. “What if your child isn’t silent? What if he or she is simply tuned to another station, one that you haven’t yet discovered? In today’s world, most of us communicate on the verbal station. Language is our dominant means of expression. However, our beautiful [autistic] children are not hardwired for language. Instead they come hardwired with their own ‘Mother Toungue’… the language of feeling!” (she’s also a Special Ed teacher)