A few times in journeys, of the shamanic kind, "rose" has come up. I actually ordered a rose perfume which didn't arrive and I happily took the refund. Then the red rose in the garden bloomed on that day when I was looking for Bobbit.
When I was sitting with Kairos, and told to look deep into the well, the only thing that came to me was rhodo. Not the rhododendron or the island, but the word. It's not a word. It's a prefix meaning "rose" or rose-coloured". In the dream, I thought, rosa mundi, rose of the world. If you search that term, you get a lot of offers to buy a particular rose. It is actually a very old cultivar, the original apothecary's rose. The term has also been used in mythology and religion and seems to have a Shakespearean angle too.
I decided to buy a rose tincture and make some rose oil using a bud gifted from my rose in the garden.
That's a shit picture. Anyway, the rose tincture seems great. I had been thinking that the repeated rose messages must mean something and it seems that whatever healing properties roses have might have been what I needed. Well, for one of my many causes of complaint, at least.
This will be posted on 20th June when I will be in the early stages of a frantic work period. I am daunted by the schedule. Afraid of many things - where to park in London, missing the cats, being tired, feeling like an imposter, being shit at it, hating it, being lonely, eating the wrong food, not getting enough exercise or outside time and so on and so forth. But the following football season is even more frightening... as it seems like a good amount of my work may not appear as the company who had the contract to deliver various productions no longer have the rights. So, I am afraid of all that too.
If roses can do anything for me, I will happily accept their gifts.
These first two are on the rose in the tub that used to be white and many petaled and now has two different roses growing from it, a pink many petaled rose and a white wild rose. The other pink one is right at the back of the garden under the lilac.
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OMG... reading a rather excellent book and the name of a wild flower shone from the page. . Roseroot. I looked it up. The scientific name is Rhodiola rosea. That made me sit up and think. It turns out that the root has been used, among other things, to treat depression and it appears there is now some evidence that it actually works. So, maybe the crazy dreamings do help.
You're using the roses as a way to explore. They are a special flower.