My Beloved White Rose

Oh my precious white rose...

The Holy Mother is often referred to as "The Mystical Rose".

I relate very strongly to the rose because like me she is beautiful, fragile, feminine and powerful. She has evolved to have thorns to protect herself so that you have to be mindful when you handle her.

I love the rarity of the white rose. Every morning since this flower bloomed, I pause and admire her snowflake like presence in my garden whenever I offer water to the earth. Her smell is so rich that if I could, I'd fashion a dress out of her beautiful petals so that I'd smell like her.

Something that struck me about her are the brown freckles on her petals. I was worried about these because I thought they were an infection or something bad so I started to take out her outer petals but then I realized that her freckles which I once perceived as flaws are just part of her beauty much like mine.