07/13/2025
A love letter to rose; my beloved keepers of the threshold betwixt land & sea 🥀
There’s a stretch of eastern coastline not far from my home that is my frequent sanctuary. In high summer, the Atlantic wind draws me like a salted siren song. The cries of gulls sailing through the wide blue sky echo as shells crunch beneath my feet- prehistoric ocean reveries washed ashore from waning moon tides.
The wild roses here spill over modest dunes in low lying tangled thickets, their soft pink faces turned toward the sun warmed sea. Their wind fluttered petals are whispers, carrying a scent that is impossible to name but undeniable to identify. Sun, salt, & sweet memory.
To mindfully harvest is to enter a kind of hyperaware trance. I move slowly, reverently, hands brushing past thorns and hips heavy with blooms. My fingers gather what’s freely given, but never too much. The magenta velvet entwined with formidable weaponry reveals ancient magick: that love can be both wild and protected. That softness is not weakness. That to bloom at the edge of things is its own kind of strength.
This is what I carry home, steeped into elixirs, honeys, jams, candles, and more. Each offering is a love letter to the sea roses & their thorned grace, untamable beauty, & deep devotion to the edge.
And maybe, if you let them, they’ll speak to your heart too. ❤️ A few of all of these offerings are available in the digital apothecary shop now, and they are all perfect medicine for worn hearts.
