Higher Love

 

I haven’t done 7 Songs for the Weekend in a long time. This isn’t 7 songs, but it’s 2 in 1. This is James Vincent McMorrow live at the Paradiso performing Higher Love and If I had a Boat. I’m doing 2 songs because together they completely describe my feelings this weekend. On Friday night I shaved my head for Emlyn (link here if you want to read why I did it). I wasn’t sure how I would feel after – I had no frame of reference. Yesterday I cried on and off through the day. I don’t even know why I was crying. I was simply overwhelmed. Partly because of the beautiful messages of support from people I respect so much. Partly from the very raw feelings of vulnerability. I forced myself to go to our local grocery store, with no hat and no make-up on…I reckoned if I could get through that I would be okay…and I did get through it (though my head was cold!!). My heart was bursting at the seams with love for Emmy, and with profound admiration for my tiny warrior who braves 1000 times more vulnerability than I would have felt if I’d gone to that grocery store with no hair, no make-up and naked as a jaybird.

 

This blog is about life, love and lyricality. The lyricality that takes over when the heart is overwhelmed and can’t find an expressive outlet…except through music. This music today…it’s everything my heart can’t find a way to say.

 

Higher Love

 

Think about it, there must be higher love
Down in the heart and in the stars above,
Without it, life is wasted time.
Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what’s fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be.

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love,
Bring me a higher love
Where’s this higher love, I’ve been thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on
Facing our fear, standing out there alone
Oh a yearning, and it’s real for me
There must be someone who’s feeling for me
Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what’s fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love,
Bring me a higher love
Where’s this higher love, I’ve been thinking of?

I will wait for it, I’m not too late for it
Until then, I’ll sing my song
To cheer the night along

I could light the night up with my soul on fire
I could make the sun shine from pure desire
Let me feel the love come over me
Let me feel how strong it can be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love, oh
Bring me a higher love
I could rise above for this higher love.

 

If I had a Boat

 

Golden, golden, golden river run
To the East then drop beneath the sun
And as the moon lies low and overhead
We’re lost

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die

If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore

Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine
Birds play, try to find their own way
Soft clay, on your feet and under mine

If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore

Splitting at the seams
Heaving at the brace
Sheets all billowing
Breaking of the day
Sea is not my friend
And everyone conspires
Still I choose to swim
Slip beneath the tide

Once I had a dream
Once I had a hope
That was yesterday
Not so long ago
This is not the end
This is just the world
Such a foolish thing
Such an honest girl

If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore

 

1 day after

 

Some dreams die, but others are born. Some hopes burn brighter than any dark and fear-filled night. I’m pointing north, and I believe the shore is closer with every passing stroke of these hope filled, love filled, commitment filled oars.

 

If you would like to donate, which I very much hope you will, you can do so by clicking on the link below.

 

https://www.justgiving.com/FundRAZOR4/

 

kori x

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Geronimo!

 

I don’t think anyone expects to shave a 5 month old baby’s head. It’s not on the list of ‘new mom’ tasks. Feed, wash, burp, change diapers…shave head. But I took Emmy to my hairdresser in April 2006 and quietly cried as she shaved what was left of the glossy black hair Em was born with. We had absolutely no idea why our sweet girl was pulling her hair out, but several times every day day we would find her baby fists full of hair. Her tiny head, covered in patches of stubble, and wisps of dark hair. She looked like a lunatic monk. We read that there are certain cultures where babies are routinely shaved to cultivate a thicker, fuller head of hair so we said ‘okay, why not?’

 

She sure did look a funny kind of cute with her new ‘do’ and it grew back as blond as her Norwegian cousins. We didn’t forget the feelings we’d had, but we moved on. Her hair came back and we didn’t really think about the shave except to tell it as a story of what a magically unusual child she was.

 

Then, 2 years later she was diagnosed with Rett, and within a month she started to pull her hair out again. This time, each handful felt like a knife in my heart. I begged her to stop. I held her hands and pleaded with her to stop. But once again, her fists were full of shiny stands of femininity. This time we cut it short enough that her fingers couldn’t complete the twine-ing action she needed to get a good grip. Once again it grew back, but a year later she pulled it out again. Girls with Rett do this sometimes, pull their hair out. I don’t know why exactly, but I can imagine.

 

Rett syndrome is a thief. A bold, brazen, bullying thief. It doesn’t steal under cover of night, it steals while looking you in the face. It mocks you as it takes the most precious things. It steals these things from your child. If someone came to your little girl in the playground and stole her toys, you’d be angry. If they stole while looking right at you, taking toys, and shoes, and coats and food…you would be enraged. Rett takes your child’s laughter. Rett takes their words. It takes their achievements, mobility, focus, security and health. It takes their safety. It takes their future. And you, well….you’re powerless to stop it. You are literally powerless to do one single damn thing. It’s like being tied up in that playground as your child screams and cries…it’s worse.

 

Then someone tells you that there might be a way to catch that thief. And you would do anything.

 

Treatments for Rett are a very real possibility. They aren’t some hope we whisper to help us sleep, they are real. Potential treatments are in clinical trials, now. And I would do anything to move that along. To (as we say at Rettsyndrome.org & curerett.org) accelerate research & empower families. Anything.

 

Emlyn lost so many things, and only the smallest of those is her hair. I can’t lose the things she lost. I would take each of those loses and make them my own if it meant she could have them back. I would swap places with her in a heartbeat, giving her my future and my potential. But I can’t. As small and insignificant a thing as this is, I can give up my hair. I can take something from myself and by doing so, I can try to give something to her. It’s not just hair. Rett stole her confidence. You can call it vanity but my confidence will be diminished with no hair. I will feel vulnerable. I will feel naked. When I take Emmy out in her wheelchair, people stare at her. I might get a taste of what that feels like. It will be nothing like what she lives with, I’m not even ruffling the surface of the water she swims in…but it’s something.

 

Tomorrow night at 9pm I’ll close my eyes & I’ll picture her face. I’ll make an emotional leap & think ‘okay, why not?’, and when the razor starts my heart will shout ‘GERONIMO!’ and I’ll hope she feels my love.

 

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Say Anything

 

If I could say anything, anything
What would it be?
Good question for our destined reality
I would tell you that I love you
Even when it didn’t show
I would tell you that I love you, baby
By now I hope you know.

 

For 7 days my son Cameron hasn’t said a word. Neither has his little sister Emlyn. Tomorrow Cameron will speak, but his little sister won’t. Tomorrow Cameron will be able to tell anyone who’s interested what he likes, what he loves, what he thinks & what he dreams of. He’ll be able to say ‘this was hard’ or ‘it hurt when___’. He’ll be singing if he wants to, whistling because he can. Tomorrow Emlyn won’t. She won’t be speaking. She can’t tell anyone what she likes (cucumbers!), loves, thinks or dreams of. She can’t say ‘this IS hard’ or ‘it hurts when____’. She won’t be singing although I know she wants to, she won’t be whistling because she can’t. Emlyn has Rett syndrome. She can’t say anything.

 

If you could go anywhere, anywhere
What would you see?
Take a step in any direction
It’s make believe
If your mind is always moving
It’s hard to get your heart up off the ground
Yeah, your mind was always moving
Your thoughts never made a sound

 

This is what Cameron says about ‘Not Speaking’

 

My name is Cameron (or Cam or Cammy depending on who’s talking to me) and I’m 15 years old. I’m a pretty sociable guy, I hang out with my friends and I like to talk… a lot. I have a large family (there’s 6 of us) and together we make a bunch of noise, well…5 of us do. One of us is mostly quiet. That’s my sister Emlyn. Em is 8 years old and she has Rett syndrome. When she was really little she used to talk a bit. She said my name (she called me Cammy) for the last time when she was 18 months old and I’d give anything to hear her say it again. I love Emlyn so much.

I feel really strongly that treatments and a cure are graspable. They are just out of reach and now is the time to do whatever we can to help. I want to help. I already try to help with the charity my parents are involved with but when my mom told me about Rettland Foundation and the ‘Not Speaking’ campaign I knew I’d found the thing that was a good fit for me. I love to talk so staying silent will be tough, but not as tough as every minute or every day with no voice must be for my sister.

I’m not speaking because I want to scream. I’m not speaking because I want to be as loud as I can about Rett and the science and the trials and the possibilities of a cure. I’m not speaking so I can make a difference.

I’m not speaking for 7 days. I’m doing it for Rettland Foundation. I’m doing it for research and science and all the steps along the way. I’m doing it for my little sister.

This is my link [ click here  ]  – would you help?

 

If I could have it go any way, any way
It’d go like this
Take it back to a couple years yesterday
To our first kiss
In that moment I loved you
This isn’t how I ever saw it going down
In that moment I loved you
I wish I knew then what I know now.

 

In our family we talk a lot! When we are all together around our kitchen table there is laughter and shouting and interrupting. We talk over the top of each other sometimes in our eagerness to just communicate. I wish I could bring you to my kitchen, to the noise and the warmth and the love of our family when we are together. It’s every dream I ever dared have…in my kitchen. Me, Darren, Ryan, Grace, Cameron, a friend or two here to eat and drink and be part of our noise, the talking and debating and articulating EVERYTHING…and Emlyn, silent. Emlyn full of thoughts, silent. Emlyn with something funny…unsaid. Emlyn with a great point…a point she can’t make. I want to hear what she has to say. I long for the sound of her voice. I want to hear her silly ‘knock knock’ jokes. I want to HEAR HER. Oh God I want it so bad.

 

Knowing Emlyn, she would be the loudest in the room. She would talk and talk and talk. She would speak as much sass as her eyes express. She would have great jokes because oh my, does she ever love to laugh. And tomorrow….she would say ‘Cameron, I love you. Thank you for being the coolest big brother. Thank you for staying silent to try and give me a voice’. Then, she would say ‘Can you get me a cucumber?’

 

 

Day 1

 

 

Day 2

 

Day 3

 

 

Day 4

 

 

Day 5

 

 

day 6

 

Cam day 7

 

 

We won’t break if we let go
You and I already know
We were bound to be set free
Eventually, so here we are now
You can say anything

 

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Been a Long Day

 

People are like pieces of beautiful fabric.

 

Woven together skilfully with masterful attention to detail. Each pattern unique, designed with subtle flaws to enhance the finish with quirks and unexpectedness. Over the course of its life the fabric is more or less fashionable. More or less cherished. Sometimes on display,  sometimes in a cupboard. Sometimes praised, sometimes critiqued. With age and use, good fabric becomes softer. With use and age, good fabric becomes more valuable to those that love it well. I have a blanket… I’ve had it all my life. My name stitched in grass-green thread by my grandma. There aren’t many things I own of greater value. I don’t keep it on a shelf, or in a cupboard…it gets used. I took it to Italy with my family this summer, and when my heart broke last week I wrapped myself in it for comfort. This blanket’s been to hell and back. It knows my scars.

 

My blanket is threadbare. With patched rips and frayed edges. Like life, the fabric has experienced trauma. Each heartache a thread pulled. Each sadness widening the weave. Harsh words like sandpaper wearing away the strength.  Loss and grief and disappointments alter the fabric irrevocably. Absorbency changed by tears shed. Bias pulled out of shape by, well…bias. The binding un-picked, the elasticity stretched. The fiber, once so finely spun becomes matted.

 

People are like beautiful pieces of fabric.

 

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Give a Little Bit

 

We’re almost half-way through October and I’m feeling deeply inspired by the people in my life. I’m going to tell you about some if you’ll let me (click the links in bold PURPLE for Rett Syndrome Awareness, please)

 

The brave mother who started the #nomoremptyarms campaign on Facebook and Twitter to encourage people to take a minute and focus on the feeling of holding your child in your arms. This mother knows the joy of embracing her children, and tragically, also knows the ache of empty arms and a broken heart. Please read more here.

 

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your love to me

Give a little bit

I’ll give a little bit of my love to you

There’s so much that we need to share

So send a smile and show you care

 

The boy who loves his sister and wants to go #roundtheworldforRett. He’s challenged anyone skilled with a football to video themselves and nominate others. The friends who’ve joined him near and far. Please check out his challenge here and if you can #roundtheworldforRett film it and share it with that hashtag.

 

The friends who organise Stollathons (check it out with this link!!), and the ones who survive flooding over and over yet still manage to give it up (what did they give? click another link). The wholehearted friends who tell the truth, bearing laughter or tears equally. The all weather, all terrain, Goodyear tyres (or tires). The ones in their Wellies bailing out water with well worn buckets.

 

The parents who share information, who share awareness in uncountable ways…all year. The parents who share love, and knowing how hard this particular month is, prop each other up. The friends and families of the parents who cast the message out like ripples on water, reaching further and further. You can’t see how far that message has gone until you feel it coming back like waves on a shore…someone new knows about Rett, BECAUSE OF YOU!! Take that in for a second….you changed the world.

 

The scientists, clinicians, researchers and therapists…..that’s a whole different blog full of awe and gratitude. Your work is passion and integrity and energy and enthusiasm and belief…all wrapped up in humility, discipline, and commitment. You give so much more than you can ever be thanked for.

 

I’ll give a little bit

I’ll give a little bit of my life for you

So give a little bit

Give a little bit of your time to me

See the man with the lonely eyes

Take his hand, you’ll be surprised

 

The girls. The girls we have now, the girls we’ve lost but won’t ever forget. The girl diagnosed in the time it’s taken me to write this post, and the ones who follow after…every 90 minutes – another one, and another one, and another one….

 

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your love to me

I’ll give a little bit

Give a little bit of my life for you

Now’s the time that we need to share

So find yourself, we’re on our way back home

Don’t you need to feel at home?

Yeah, we gotta sing!

 

This is what I’m giving for my #WWYG challenge. It’s a very small part of What I Would Give to change the world for Emlyn and all the girls with Rett now and in the future. It’s a small part, but it’s bound to result in a ripple or two on some water somewhere.

 

https://www.justgiving.com/FundRAZOR4/

 

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