A Rose is a
Rose is a
Rose.
Those words, which I re-heard recently (time is one of those slippery elements for me, so recently is sometime in the last year or ten – or fifteen?), took me back to a time when they were discussed in depth. And before the TBI, so it took some serious remembering to be able to link it back to this life, and the recent sighting.
The funny thing is, it helped me REMEMBER more than this. It opened a door to that period of my life that had been a blank moment (or years, whichever it was).
Anyway, enough digression.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose.
The first part: A Rose is: Presentation, how it is seen by the world;
The second: a Rose is: An attractant, a perfumiers paradise of intoxication to attract;
The third: a Rose: the protector, complete with thorns to deter the not-so-welcome harbingers of evil (and clippers).
So, a Rose is a Rose is a Rose. It has beauty and depth (1) and attracts those with a desire to share in the deliverance of new life (bees, really, doing the stuff bees do) while it protects both itself and the creatures who help it. So the Rose is protector of the innocent and hard working; it is the beauty and perfume that seeks to lift the heart and the eye away from sadness and toil, and it is home to those who love it.
How home smells, with the beauty of that large green bush that is decorated like a painting at the front door. How home feels, knowing it is protected by the guardianship of thorns for those who try to hide nefarious deeds. How home is: a structure that combines beauty and form to attract and present to the world, as well as the notice of a guardian at the gate who will leave the intruder damaged and bleeding if they force their way into this home.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose.
It says so much. The rose is beauty. Even the most simple of roses with five petals has a distinctive beauty that is loved – it is that rose with the most desirable perfume and the worst thorns (now you know why). It is the rosa trigintipetala (lots of var’s now, but the original was a 5-petal form). They make rose otto from this rose, because the attractant is the aroma of love.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose.
Say those words – breathe in on the word ‘a’ out on ‘Rose’ – see how it makes you feel. Now when you read where it came from, why it was chosen, you can begin to understand the level of beguilement that comes from the term.
A Rose is . . .
[BTW I’m fairly sure the original was: a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose, but my memory of this period of discussion in my life only brought back the triptych- sorry.]
