“There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,” sings Ben E. King in his old pop ballad. “It is a special one/ It’s never seen the sun/ It only comes out when the moon is on the run.”
King is fantasizing with longing about an alluring woman from a hardscrabble neighborhood. The rose is “growing in the street/ right up through the concrete” — a delicate beauty blooming amidst tough conditions.
Your assignment, Gemini, is to cultivate a connection with your equivalent of that rose.
This article appears in Nov 12-18, 2008.