wild rose, flower moon
a story from the mountain of wild rose, send out last full moon through the newsletter
Hello dear ones~
may my first letter to you begin with this picture of me reaching into Wild Rose.
I am writing this on the day of a full moon in sagittarius. The weather has shifted yesterday, moon winds that made the trees bend & dance came up and brought rains during the night. Soft rains of early summer. Late last evening, the almost full moon appeared over the garden. I watched her drawing a slow circle. The flowers of Sage were luminous, a deep purple blue lit up by the moon. As if just by looking you could feel the threads woven between the flowers & the moon.
The energy of the garden changes with dusk & the presence of the moon tends to open us to receive these shifts more deeply.
After a spring that felt immensely rushed, too warm, too early & without space for anything to unfold in it‘s own timing, taurus season felt like a soft landing. A soft unfolding. A much needed & soothing balm for the heart. Softening ~
The season of flowering Hawthorn led into the season of Wild Rose & Robinia Tree flowering. Little patches of flowering Wild Strawberries were guiding me, first down into the secret meadow of Hawthorn Tree, then up towards Wild Rose & Robinia Tree.
The mountain our little house is nestled upon is the mountain of Hawthorn, Wild Rose, Robinia & Boar. During Rose season, the mountain sides are covered in flowering Wild Roses. One half of the mountain in blooms of Robinia tree, the other half filled with the green leaves of Beech, Oak & Birch Trees.
Usually Rose flowers during the end of may & the peak of their flowering comes during gemini season. I have always felt them through this mercurial vessel, like venusian led heart communication carried by the wind & unfolding all throughout these mountains.This year it was earlier, earthy & so very aligned with taurus season. With the venusian new moon whose energies were buzzing, their flow still felt. I have been taking walks among the roses with my three dogs each day. So many flowers, slowly unfolding, some already setting fruit while others still loaded with blooms. The new moon was visible in the sky above them during evenings. Scent of Robinia flowers merging with Rose is already dripping with memories & place for me. Each year there are new ways and forms in which presence unfolds & merges with these memories.
So much of the medicine I am called to co- create is deeply Venusian. Rose especially has always drawn me in & Rose has called me loudly this year. I followed her ~
During a day with soft winds, I hiked up the mountain with two of my dogs, carrying my basket to gather Rose Petals. Instead of gathering around the sides of the mountain where I usually do, I was led up further. Up the little path I walk often but then, further up. Through rocky grounds that reflect the heat of the sun, shaped by the mountain, by winds, rains & eons of time. A place where you can easily imagine the snakes sun bathing in the early morning sun.
I passed Wild Roses & Hawthorn, Pine Trees & Juniper, crawled underneath the Hawthorn Trees & followed my dogs into the forest of Robinia. To crawl underneath more bushes of Blackthorn & emerge.
Tall bushes of Wild Rose were flowering all over the mountain, as far as I could see. Their presence immense.
It is said that Rose has the highest vibrational frequency of all Flowers. When around Wild Rose, there is a flow that my body directly opens up to & taps into. And here, it felt like floating in a wild river of Rose~
I began gathering Rose petals, just a few from each bush of Roses I passed. While gathering, I felt their flow & unique frequency expand all over this mountainside.
The other mountain flowers I met were deeply special. Linum flowers & White Hyacinth, who I have met in the forest before & looked so ghostly. But here, they were growing proudly on top of the mountain. A mountain Hyacinth.
Infusing in the energies of this wild mountain & Rose was deeply felt medicine. The energies felt so vast but playful & of lightness. As if the longer I was there, the more began unveiling itself & was received~ by being fully present in my movements & within the joy felt from being among Wild Rose.
Let me walk you down the mountain, through the forest. Where my dogs finally found water to drink & the air became cooler, the rocks covered with moss. Passing Juniper & Birch.
When emerging out of the forest on my way home, I passed the Wild Roses where I gathered petals last year & the year before. I know them well. Still in the flow from being immersed with Rose, I walked to one of the Roses & asked to gather a few petals. When suddenly something shifted & felt different, not right, strange, disrupted.
I was so immersed that I didn‘t see it through my eyes & came upon it through feeling. When I looked around me I saw many of the Wild Roses cut down. While flowering. Lying on the ground.
This would have usually been shattering for me, brought me to tears, would make me cry out. Instead, I was angry, but it wasn’t the kind of angry that could have been stirred up through this.
I had an enormous capacity to remain present. To see & be with the cut down roses. While at the same time knowing & feeling with all my heart that no cutting down of Wild Rose could ever question the vastness of Rose that unfolds in these mountains & has unfolded here long before any spaces of Wild Rose were questioned by humans.
The frequency of Rose I aligned with while gathering her petals up the mountain was still flowing through me & potently so. I was able to perceive what had happened here while being connected with the vast & wildness of Rose. From here, this moment was not as shattering, as destructive or sad. „ we have roots, you know“ was what came up, followed by drops of Wild Rose Essence that I could already see myself offering to the Earth & images of all the flowers of Rose dancing with the winds at this very moment, up in the mountain.
Even rationally, I had capacity to be with the reasons for this. Knowing that this had happened to support local structures of maintaining grassland for sheep, not for any big, capitalistic corporations.
Receiving the medicine of Rose so directly this day was an enormous gift.
Her medicine is not about softening as much that destruction doesn’t matter~ it is about becoming more resilient & being able to stay more fully present with trouble. To receive guidance from the well of wild wisdom of our hearts while facing difficulty or grief. Our sensitive & emotional heart protected by thorns. Rose lets us find more space to access flow & her flow is deeply creative. When space, resilience & creativity connect within our hearts, we can meet life exactly as it is. Embracing what is life giving enhances our capacity to not only stay with difficulty, it also expands our capacity to find new ways to respond, letting our energy flow into what our hearts long for.
As you might already guess, there is Wild Rose medicine in the making & this season Rose is chaneled into these offerings in new ways & forms.
These will be offered to these mountains & to you. I will announce the release of this years Rose medicine through this newsletter before I do so elsewhere ~
There are a few bags of mountain hedge left. A blend of dried Wild Rose Petals, Hawthorn leaves & Flowers merging. The last batch ever with petals gathered from the Wild Roses who grew around the feet of the mountain. You can find them here.
May their medicine be carried on ~
This first letter to you is filled with devotions for Wild Rose ~
May it remind you to connect with the wild wisdom of your Heart. May it remind you to hold a Rose close to you, to let your body embrace her scent. May she touch your heart.
Rose blessings your way,
Julia