I don’t believe in self pity
It only brings you down
May be the queen of broken hearts
But I don’t hide behind the crown…
With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter
I’m a survivor
Reba McEntire – from the song: I’m A Survivor
I am a Reba fan! Don’t ask me how it happened because I’m usually not a country music person. Well, I shouldn’t say that. I liked the classics: Cash, Milsap, Nelson and Parton. I suppose Reba is one of them but she “feels” much younger to me. Plus, the first time I became aware of her music was in a Dance class I took in college in the late 1990’s.
It was over a summer and I needed to fulfil some athletic component. I thought it would be fun and good exercise. It was! For our final, the instructor chose “Take it Back” for our final dance. She played it loud and it had a fantastic beat… really bluesy and angry. I loved it! I bought the cassette (yeah, it was *those* years) and became a fan. I have a few albums now.
There’s so much I adore about her… not the least of which is her musical talent. Of course, she had that great little show… now what was it called? Oh yeah, Reba. Ha!
I’m a Survivor was the theme song… and I was hooked.
So, why am I talking about Reba and her work? Well… Sometimes, when I’m thinking about what to write, I go to my photos. I saw this little flower… and remembered…
It was late summer.
I parked and walked around Ruby. Oh! Have I told you about Ruby’s name? She’s my car. Her name is based on the Rubenesque paintings of Rubens… or as Google tells me: characteristic or reminiscent of the paintings of Rubens, especially with reference to his voluptuous female nudes. Like me, my Ruby is rounded where others are pointy or harsh. I love my Ruby. But – as usual – I digress.
I walked around her and noticed our lawn, which had been cut while I was away at work. I saw this lovely little flower with another, smaller, beside her.
Some may say they’re weeds. I don’t honestly know. I have a black thumb when it comes to keeping plants alive. My husband isn’t much of a gardener, either. We rent and the landlord takes care of the yards. Good thing, too! But this hearty little flower and her offspring somehow missed the blades of the weed whacker and lawn mower.
I was so touched… and bent down to take this photo… and then I talked to them for a moment.
They stand alone on the edge – between fertile grasses and concrete. They could have gone either way.
I thought of Reba’s song… and my life… and it all came together, as things often do in my head.
I don’t need to tell you all the things that ever happened to me… the ways I was hurt, mocked, betrayed (though many are written throughout this blog) or ways I have overcome.
At this point in my life, all that matters is that I claim it.
I AM A SURVIVOR.