They say that things just cannot grow Beneath the winter snow Or so I have been told
They say we’re buried far Just like a distant star I simply cannot hold
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
I still believe in summer days The seasons always change And life will find a way
I’ll be your harvester of light And send it out tonight So we can start again
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson – “Winter Songâ€
The funny thing about lyrics that cling to your heart, is that you find their specific meaning evolves over time. Perhaps the message is always still the same, we just receive it differently. I’ve been thinking about this old “deployment” song. Not just because it’s on my Christmas {Spotify} playlist, but because of a curious little thing I’ve been marveling about lately.
When I was pregnant with Damian, Rocky gave me an Orchid for Mother’s Day. I loved the pretty white flowers, but during the move & new baby & a slew of home renovations… it just kind of died. Two dried sticks & one last withering leaf were all that remained. Such a far cry from the lovely gift it once was.
I was so attached to it I couldn’t throw it out. I carefully watered it. I moved it around, “to get the right amount of sunlight.” For almost two years, none of my efforts seemed to matter. Every once in a while I contemplated replacing it with a new flower. Even recently I took it out of the vase & had intentions to discard it. I just couldn’t actually go through with it. In the back of my mind,
I had the smallest hope that since it hadn’t deteriorated entirely, maybe it wasn’t over.
It’s been hiding in a corner of our dining room, high above Damian’s busy hands. When I moved it to do some rearranging last week, I noticed a curious little thing…
A
new
bud.
Not just one, but two! These little baby sprouts have made me so proud. The bright green digested sunshine in the midst of a grey canvas has been good medicine for me.
I agree! The photos are incredible. Lovely darling.
XO