I love having an orange tree, and especially I love having the orange tree that we have. It’s been through hard times, but somehow it survived.
When we first moved into our house, we were having some construction done, and the workers poured cement on it’s base. It all but died, but somehow green leaves poked through the next year, and each year after, it got a little healthier.
It wasn’t until last year, 10 years after the cement incident that it began to produce some fruit. It wasn’t a large crop, but there were some oranges nonetheless.
And now this…bright beautiful orange fists of triumph towering high into the sky impossible to reach. Their color against the blue sky are bright spots of cheery promise that there will be even a better crop of oranges next year.
I’ve been a nonexistent blogger lately. At first it all started because I was overwhelmed with final projects from my school alongside my children’s final semester work and not to mention Hanukkah which kept me busy both professionally and personally. And then…..unimaginable tragedy. One that is not for blogging at this time but has occupied all my thoughts. A tragedy that crippled my writing, because what could I possibly say to make it better?
Today, however, I pulled some of those oranges off of my beloved orange tree. They are ready for eating – the fruits of the labor ripe with life. They are such a representation of optimism that suddenly I was compelled to sit down with my old trusty friend and type some thoughts down for the first time in a long time.
The moral of the story is….if your are ever cemented into place, that cement will eventually be able to crumble and something new and good will be the result. Thank you little orange tree. I love you. Thank you for reminding me we all can survive.
A friend just wrote that he just got out of a relationship that he’s been in for a gazillion years. He says he’s not sad about it, but I don’t believe him. Breaking up sucks! It hasn’t been THAT long since I was single, and I completely remember that miserable feeling.
My heart is feeling sick for him today, and he asked for words of encouragement. So, here it is…every gal’s best break up song. Thank you, Gloria Gaynor, for empowering all of us women with “I Will Survive.” Before you, we were suppossed to go and wallow in a corner as we listened to Neil Sedaka sing “Breaking Up is Hard to Do.”
For your words of encouragement, sweet friend, I turn to this very wise song:
“At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side;
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin’ how you did me wrong
And I grew strong and I learned how to get along
And now you’re back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I’d’ve known for just one second you’d back to bother me
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
(’cause) you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Do you think I’d crumble
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no, not I. I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love I know I’ll stay alive;
I’ve got all my life to live,
I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive,
I will survive. Hey hey.
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Kept trying’ hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart,
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself. I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
And you see me somebody new
I’m not that chained up little girl who’s still in love with you,
And so you felt like droppin’ in
And just expect me to be free,
Now I’m savin’ all my lovin’ for someone who’s lovin’ me
Go on now…”
May this be your anthem. Upload it on your iPhone and play it over and over again. Here’s the Youtube link for now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-iI3-I
Walk tall. The beautiful world is right before your eyes. All my love….