I really, really enjoyed this bluegrass rendition of the song, Kiss From a Rose, by the band, Mustered Courage, & wanted to pass it along to you. (Make sure to click the above video link & have a listen).
This was an especially meaningful find because of a story my mom’s 89 year old beau, Paul, told me today. He had found a broken guitar on a fire hydrant, brought it home & fixed it. He doesn’t even play guitar (at least not since he busted his forefinger with a hammer while on the job, decades ago). He just knows how to fix stuff & doesn’t like to see anything ‘perfectly good’ go to waste. Not to mention, he helps his neighbors, with no expectation of payment. The other day, he helped someone who paid him with a mandolin, which he also does not play, but it’s so pretty he plans to hang it on the wall. (Paul is a romantic as well, always bringing the first rose in his garden to my mother, followed by a stream of them, till the season is over). He’s so cool.
This spoke to me too because it reminded me of one of my favorite movies, Dr. Zhivago, in which the mandolin plays a subtle, but special role. Even though Paul doesn’t play an instrument, he said his family of 13’s entertainment growing up during the Dust Bowl in Oklahoma, was to push back the furniture and let loose with music. Music ties us all together, in one way or another.
Some things are innate, & some things we acquire; every thing is a gift.
(Spoiler Alert: This is the very last scene of the movie).