About ten years ago I happened to win a massage in a silent auction at a fundraising event for an environmental organization. Our cat had just died and I figured I could use a little TLC.
A few days later, I drove up to Fairfax, CA from San Francisco for the massage. The minute I laid down on the table, I felt raw. All of my grief over losing a beloved pet came to the surface. And then the music began to play. It wasn’t the standard soundtrack to a massage. No waterfalls or bamboo flutes. The lyric-less guitar and violin music rose up and receded, mimicking my emotions. I hadn’t heard anything quite so deeply soothing before.