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“She is not just beauty—
she is boundary.
A beautiful heart medicine,
Soft as a sigh,
sharp as a thorn,
she teaches that love without edges
is not love but erasure.
The rose does not apologise
for her thorns.
She does not shrink from blooming.
She opens boldly, petal by velvet petal,
revealing her tender centre while still guarding what is sacred.
Her scent is not innocent.
It carries the ache of ancient longing,
the memory of every woman
who once forgot her worth
and had to learn it again.
She grows in places we do not expect,
climbing over ruins,
bursting through cracks in the wall,
reminding us that softness
is not the opposite of strength.
It is its own kind of power.
To sit with rose
is to remember
that the heart can be both open
and protected.
That healing is not passive,
but a holy reclamation
of what was once given away.
She is bloom and thorn,
tenderness and truth.
She is the hymn the earth sings
when grief has ripened into beauty.
She is the promise
that even after everything, we can love again.“
May you feel loved by your own heart.
May you feel held safe, in your own arms.
May you feel heard, by your own words.
May you feel seen, by your own actions.
May you meet yourself with tender loving care.
And may you remember, that your boundaries protect
your power of softness.
May love infuses all of your actions and thoughts.
So you open yourself up to love and life and
receive everything you need in this very moment.
May you remember, why you came here.
May you remember, that being receptive and open, is your superpower.
May you remember, that being feminine means knowing, means wisdom,
means being powerful, means having discerment,
means __________.
Let rose remind you
of your soft power and intense radiance and beauty.
ILY, Claudia
