‘Ever since Sappho planted Roses at the shrine of Aphrodite, no flower has captured the imagination in quite the same way. Wherever it has grown, human beings have projected on to it their dreams and aspirations. Celebrated as a sacred symbol and as a token of womanhood, the rose unites Venus with the Virgin Mary, the blood of Christ with the sweat of Muhammad, the sacred and the profane, life and death, the white rose of chastity and the red rose of consummation.’
Beautifully put by Jennifer Potter, in her book ‘The Rose’.
My own story with the Rose starts long ago. One of my earliest memories is sitting with my Aunt Rosie in her beautiful walled garden in Sussex, it was an idyllic afternoon, we had been playing in the garden and we were sitting for a late lunch, she was wearing beautiful lipstick, the sun dancing on her hair and behind her was a gorgeous fragrant climbing rose, all ruffled and chiffon, all pretty and pinky white, fluffy and smiling. On the table were roses and I felt she was a reflection of them, so light and lovely and full with femininity and gorgeousness. This must have been my first Rose musing. When she died I was told right away to go and pick a rose and at her funeral we threw roses down with her, this really had an impact on me, here was my first symbology, life, death, beauty, pain.
When I moved to Ireland my friend there and her family were like this group of divine rose muses from the romance era of painting, they couldn’t have been real, they were utter fairies, touched with some sort of beautiful magic, what was it? I was enchanted for years and years. There was a particular scent that followed them all around and it was indeed that of the Rose, wherever I stayed in those years, from spare rooms to caravans there were Pre-Raphaelite posters and post cards of gorgeous women surrounded with Roses, this was the path, I thought, to utter femininity.
Years later when I lived in New Zealand I was taken to a Rose garden by my beautiful friend and ‘guru’ Jane, she took me for the day to wallow in the roses and wallow we did, we had our faces inside the blooms for the most part of the day, serenaded by their intoxicating scent I was high, just so high on love medicine and that day I was introduced to rose spirit medicine.
I have recently been introduced to a life times work on the Rose, from spiritual to medicinal stories and poetry, there’s a story to weave there and bit by bit I am compiling the notes into something I hope one day can be a joint offering to the world from the sweet depths of the Rose.
She is self love, she is the love that resides inside you, I do believe that, she is the divine feminine. I am only on the start of this journey and I am so excited to be on the Rosy Road xx