To Tame a Flower with Thorns
A Meditation on Letting Love Take Root
Can I Call You Rose?
Thee Sacred Souls
To ask a flower for her name is the very first step in taming her. "Can I call you Rose?" the voice asks, reaching across the quiet room. Without quite noticing, her fragrance has altered the air, and a solitary existence has become something shared.
When one encounters a flower that blooms with such quiet grace, one cannot help but wish to become the soil in which she rests.
Yet, any mindful traveler of the stars knows that a true rose comes equipped with thorns. "Cause your thorns won't let love in too soon," He observes patiently. And he understands. He knows that thorns are harmless; they are simply the tender instinct of a soul afraid of the wind and the unpredictable world.
And yet, her unseen roots have already taken hold of his heart. To love this rose means accepting that these roots will weave through his spirit, and never stepping around her thorns.
He steps out of the quiet room and looks up at the night sky. Standing in the dark, he thinks of a single rose. "Won't you let me in your heart?"
A Subtle Shift of Light
The quiet evening eventually gives way to a gentle dawn, and the question cast into the night sky slowly finds its answer in a subtle shift of the morning light. Within that shift, the way roots find their way through soil, they tame each other slowly.
Other Planters for the Lonely Gardener
Seeds
Eloise [ play the archive ▷ ]
My Man & Me
Another kind of taming — choosing to stay in the same orbit, every day.
Alela Diane [ play the archive ▷ ]
Dusty Roses
Not every rose opens loudly. Sometimes, care is simply sitting with the faded petals, knowing it is the time you have spent that makes her so important.
The Altons
Over and Over
Taming a rose is never finished. Truly taming is always choosing her, returning to the same soil again.
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