The winter of our lives....

                   "The Rose"
*lyrics by Bette Midler

 

 

 

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose. 

 

 

 

I have loved this song forever. For some reason, it has always touched a special place in my heart, especially the last four lines.

Throughout my life in times of struggle or sorrow, these lines have sporadically popped into my head and into my heart.

Sometimes in the Winter of our lives it is hard to see that Spring is coming. I know I struggle with this. When we are in the midst of sorrow or hardship it can be hard to see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.

We can feel like the "snow" is too deep, the seed was not planted deep enough, the sun's rays will never penetrate or Spring will never come.

Trust me, I have been there. I have been deep in the icy depths of Winter and wondered if Spring would ever come.  It does. It always does. ALWAYS. 

I have been struggling with "things" and "stuff" lately. I try to keep it positive and light on this blog, so I haven't let you in as much as I could or maybe should have. 

Like a flower blooming I have felt myself undergoing a transformation. It hasn't been an easy one and I am still a long way from where I need to be......but my point is there were moments in the past (very near past) that I felt like I could hardly come up for air. Somehow, I always have.

How ironic that Spring is quite literally (and figuratively) right around the corner for me.