The Littlest of Little Things [David’s blog on KS Friday]

The woman at the cash register looked up from her scanner. Suddenly wide-eyed she asked, “Are you Kerri Sherwood?” Before Kerri could answer, the woman exclaimed, “I knew it! I knew it was you! My mother and I listen to your music all of the time!” She leaned in, adding, “Especially your Dandelion song. We just love that song.”

A Fistful of Dandelions. A song about motherhood. A song she wrote and recorded when our children were…children. I did not know them then – but I know them through Kerri’s stories. I know them through her music, her compositions, her heart-song. I know them through the nights we’ve sat up until dawn worrying about them, whispering about what to do. I know that when the phone rings and it is one of our children calling, the world stops, all other priorities fall off the list. I know them by the moments of struggle, when we choose to be silent, when our opinions or ideas or input are better left unsaid. I know them because there is nothing more important to know and nothing more unknowable; they are vast.

What is parenthood if not a full spectrum love song?

This is what I have learned from Kerri about motherhood: a fistful of dandelions is more precious than gold, her heart is good only if their hearts are good, there is nothing better than a surprise phone call that makes the rest of the world stop; it’s not the big things, it’s never the big things, but the littlest of little things that makes her mother-heart skip a beat, just as one day, long ago, the littlest of little things made her write a song.

FISTFUL OF DANDELIONS © 1999 Kerri Sherwood

Kerri’s music is available in iTunes and streaming on Pandora

read Kerri’s blogpost about DANDELIONS

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Sing A Love Song [David’s blog on KS Friday]

“Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.” ~ Rumi

Deep in the night the thunder rumbled and shook the house. The rain came in buckets and reached through the open window. She leapt out of slumber to close it and then retreated beneath the blankets. She was almost as quickly fast asleep. A leap both ways. I counted the space between the flash and the boom. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand…Sky’s grumble.

Needless to say, I was awake and on a mind-wander. I remembered students who were invested in the belief that something was wrong with them. Young artists and visionaries desiring to fit in. When young, it’s hard not being one-of-the-crowd. My job at the time, I now believe, was to help them recognize that they were unique in all the world. To flip their perspective. To love in themselves that which made them stand out, that which they feared and rejected.

I understood them because I had walked their path. At this age, I continue to walk the path.

In my mind-wander I reviewed my day. Once, I thought a love song to my existence was somehow a product of achievement. I’m no longer confused about that. Twice today, the dogga came to find me and I was moved to tears. Kerri and I sat on the deck watching the cardinals and she took my hand and I knew to my core that I was the luckiest man alive. She showed me the photo of a daisy drinking in the sun. I am surrounded by generosity and friendship. Rob sends a daily pun in an attempt to keep our spirits high. Dan brought a plastic bin with all the fixings for Southern Comfort Old-Fashioneds – and seed for our lawn because he had extra.

Watch for the beauty.

The lightning flashed. The sky rumbled. I reveled in the sounds of my love song, marveled at my existence.

In A Split Second/As Sure As The Sun © 2002 Kerri Sherwood

Grateful/As It Is © 2004 Kerri Sherwood

Kerri’s albums are available on iTunes and streaming on Pandora and iHeart Radio

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