These are the last of my roses, picked two days ago on 12/7/16. We are at the start of winter in northern California, with rain and cold lingering these past few weeks. I am amazed that any of my plants are still producing in December, but that is the blessing now, isn’t it?
I am utterly in love with roses. You can take one look and see why; they are astonishingly beautiful. Beauty has been a recurring theme for me. It’s definition has expanded remarkably, as I have now experienced beauty on many different levels; I see, smell, feel and taste beauty. It takes my breath away when I am in its presence, and my heart fills with such joy and gratitude for this connection.
I can always relay on my roses to bring me beauty. These last few flushes have been stunning, and I am completely honest when I say that smelling the above bouquet brought me to a place within beauty that I can only describe as pure grace. I am under the spell of the Rose, I admit it freely!. I am a Rose Addict.
Which brings me to Mother Mary, whose list of symbols includes the Rose. When I read about why The Rose is Her symbol, it is explained that Roses are the Queen of Flowers, and Mother Mary is the Queen of Heaven and Earth. They are both Queens! But I feel there is more than that. The frequency and vibration of the Rose can heal the body and soul deeply, as well as its physical nutritive properties. For me Mother Mary is the ultimate loving mother, one who both dissolves pain and nourishes with love. Roses and Mother Mary heal and fill the soul with love. They are that kind of energy, and why I see Them as One.
In the name of The Rose,