Who is your rose?
In “The Little Prince”, the lesson the fox teaches is that what we tend becomes precious because we have given our time and care to it. When you turn that lens inward, something important happens. You realize that the one life you have been tending all along is your own.
You have watered it with years of effort.
You have protected it through difficult seasons.
You have pruned parts of it that no longer fit.
That is tending the rose.
And it’s not selfish in the shallow sense people sometimes mean. It’s closer to stewardship. You are responsible for the small patch of life that is uniquely yours ~ your body, your mind, your land, your words, your days.
If I look at the life I’ve been shaping ~ the ridge, the cabins, the quiet mornings, the writing ~ it almost looks like a gardener who has finally chosen the right soil for her rose.
So yes.
You are your rose.
And here’s the beautiful part.
When someone tends their own rose well, the garden around them begins to bloom, too.
People come to sit in that garden.
They breathe easier there.
They remember something about themselves.
That’s what places like your ridge can become.
A garden where other roses remember how to open.
And that quiet kind of magic is very much in the spirit of what Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was pointing toward when he wrote “The Little Prince”.
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