Wild rose
Grief is a funny thing. It is not always about the death of a person but the death of a way of life, the sadness we feel as the wheel of fortune spins for us again.
In pregnancy this can be the grief of leaving the freedom of our maiden self behind. As we leave behind the relationship we had with our partners when we were child free. It can be the emotion when we look at our first-born while we are heavily pregnant and know their life is about to change forever, it will never be just you two again. It is the grief of perhaps not finding the women to hold us, that we never knew we needed before.
It is the joy with the pain, the flowers with the thorns. It is the healing of wounds and the blossoming.
Wild rose is a tonic for grief, heartache, trauma. The grief you feel when that pot you planted yourself in, that seemed roomy and homely at the time, now feels confining. It's an out-growing, a wild spreading out. It's the dread when we know we need to be brave. It's the bittersweet experience of only loving something or somebody more when you know you are about to say goodbye.
Petals stored like memories in jars. Open the lid and take a deep breath.
Then - leap!
Into the unknown.
Ahava
Jenny xxx
Wild Rose (The Wise Woman's Folk Herbal Series)
