Friday, March 18, 2016

The Rose

Bette Midler - The Rose
    The Rose
    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, it's 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 dying 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 snow
    Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose

I haven't heard this song in ages.   It came across my my Facebook feed quite randomly today..or perhaps synchronicity was involved.  It brought back some great memories and made me smile.  It spoke to my heart as much today as yesteryear.  

I remember as a young girl...maybe late middle school/early high school...playing this over and over and over memorizing every word I loved it so much.

I turned 50 last month.  I spent my 49th year growing and planting seeds and preparing for my second 50.  I spent my 49th year opening my heart, thinking about and creating my big dreams. I spent my 49th year soul searching and realizing I wasn't who or where I wanted to be.  I don't have all the answers and maybe I never will, but I want to enjoy the journey more.

I'm releasing the past.  I'm trying to let the future take care of itself.  I'm working on letting the now be enough, be more than enough.  I've planted my seeds and with the sun's love, I am becoming like the rose.

In my next 50, I vow to laugh more frequently, to love more fiercely and more patiently, to live more purposefully.