I’ve watched the news lately with a sick heart and a lot of anxiety. Part of that is because my 22 year old son lives in NYC, but the majority is for the many people whose lives have been turned upside down by hurricane Sandy. The only thing other than a lot of prayer that’s made me calm, hopeful, even optomistic is my rose garden. Some roses are big and showy like New York. Others are small and make their mark with perfect symmetry, fragrance, or color. When the heavy rains and winds come, some of the blooms are beaten up, but there’s an amazing number with their heads held high, determined to keep on blooming until frost. So, I’m sharing some of my roses this morning in hopes that whatever storm you’ve experienced or are experiencing now, whether inward or outward, you’ll take a lesson from the roses and keep blooming.