It’s been a long idyllic break since I left the confines of the commercial world and it is time to start my “ramblings”.
Unfortunately, Rambling Rose , my dad’s name for me, has been taken by many servers so I’ve settled instead for ‘wondering rose’ which is closely linked. I ramble because I wonder and many are my wonderings. I wonder about this and I wonder about that till I sometimes drive the family round the bend. I am sure my Dad had no idea how I would turn out when he sang this lullaby to me, in a voice almost as glorious to me as Nat King Cole:
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that’s how you’ve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin’ days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin’ days are through?
I can’t promise that anyone is going to love me or my ramblings but the Rose goes where it must – where the sun draws it …. and so too must I go … wherever The Son draws me.