Pink Rose Petals

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We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do …

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I bought pink blush roses to honor the Magdalene after she had come to me.

On the night the beautiful man under my hands had turned to Christ.

Afterward, I had walked in the cool quiet of the redwoods and had come upon a monument stone, before which pink rose petals had been strewn.

The stone and the rose petals conjured the story of the Virgin of Guadalupe.

Soon gifts appeared for me and my children on the forest floor.

And so I bought the pink blush roses to honor the Magdalene.

And the Divine Mother.

I drew the Virgin of Guadalupe.

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I wrote about the Magdalene.

And on the eighth day – today – I awoke to find the pink blush roses as perfect as they were the very first day.

I put nothing in the water, I thought to myself, scrutinizing the roses for signs of decay, but finding none.

I think they are a gift, a blessing.

And so I placed them to watch over a sacred space.

An altar to hope.

And to love.

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All the while, the roses were sort of blowing my mind …

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I went back to the hushed canopy of the redwoods.

With a single pink blush rose in one hand.

And a jar of moon water blessed by a single turquoise stone in the other.

I went back to the hushed canopy of the redwoods in search of an altar.

To return the roses as a gift to the Divine Feminine.

To return the roses to that which brings forth life.

To that which heals and protects us.

And is all that is holy.

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I kissed you on the lips once more
And we said goodbye at your front door
In the night-time
Yeah, that’s the right time
To feel the way that young lovers do …

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IMG_6576I got lost along the way.

And in so doing, stumbled upon signs of love.

In sticks and leaves.

And a feather, just to let me know my angels approved.

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Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
And then we danced the night away
And turning to each other, say, ‘I love you, I love you’
The way that young lovers do …

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I found a gorgeous tree with an eye in its trunk and the number “11” in its bark.

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So I knew I was close.

And when I looked toward the setting sun, I found it.

The stone of my altar.

Under a redwood.

On the mountain’s edge.

With a view of the sun.

 

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I offered my moon water to the stone.

I buried the turquoise – for healing, for protection – in her soil.

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And then I got to work …

I plucked each of the beautiful, silken rose petals and laid them before the stone.

Each petal carrying a blessing.

I blessed each of us.

All of our children.

And our home.

It was a blessing of gratitude.

A blessing of hope.

That love will prevail.

And each of us will be safe.

And loved well.

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I lay in the soil, letting the sacred moment soak into me.

 

 

 

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Until the sun began to set in earnest.

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When I could wait no longer, I headed back through the canopy of the trees in the twilight.

Blissful.

And blessed.

Amen.

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Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
That we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
Ah, we long to dance the night away
And turning to each other, say, ‘I love you. Baby, I love you’
The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do*

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Wishing many lifetimes of blessings to each of us, and to Michael and Andy most especially.

Grateful to be in the light of your love. xx Lara

* “The Way Young Lovers Do” – lyrics by Van Morrison

 

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  • Susan Michael Barrett

    Oh, Lara. The calling, the path, the petals, the journey. And then you sing to us (with Van Morrison). Thank you, beautiful one.