With the morning sun of Spring, I sense an opening, a welcome, an allowing on earth…
The mind will need the heart now.
And this is for all of us - the wisdom of the Rose. The soft soothing of coming home, the receptive velvet of our own skin, the breathing of mourning and resurrection
emerging like fruit. Learning the deeper layers of our birth and our need for a collective welcome in our softness and firmness of true sovereign esteem.
The loving true stalk of being here.
Roses have provided so much for us through the centuries and markings of time - their oils, petal-scent, the mystery for those who can feel that, and beauty - so much of the Venus and Divine and Feminine in their healing qualities.
And yet…more is there.
Their I Am presence that provides an alchemical window of soul transmutation. They anchor the frequency of self love, an unconditional shining and allowance in softness.
They invite a knowing of vibration as divinity in energetic action.
An invitation to be your truth in Worth. A deepening into the beauty of the dark heavy soil and transformative harmony of life’s unyielding colour.
Brilliant…subtle..moist…and held…dignified, conducive, delicate, and timeless.
The fragrancy of their meaning has reached me through a channelling I received yesterday. I discovered a lifetime in front of me of learning from them.
And something in my soul leaned into a deep restful peace of self acceptance upon learning this. They are enough throughout universes and so much more.
To create ritual and drink rose water, to listen in love, to sacrament my own body with their oil - especially on the palms of my feet during these heady times - like so many women did before with this precious oil of the majestic flower of Rose.
To come home to the glory of our Divine Mother within our own soft skin on this Easter-Eostre weekend of resurrection.
Thanks for reading 🌹
I’ll leave you with this beautiful song with India Arie to imbue this frequency x