🌹 The Rose Knows: Healing Through Petals and Thorns

There are jars on my counter filled with rose petals — crimson, blush, honey-gold, plum. They aren’t just beautiful. They’re sacred.

Every petal was grown, picked, and dried by my mother. My birth mother, Susie.

She grows roses with devotion in her Oregon garden and dries them one by one in a quiet shed. For me. For my craft. For the work I do in the world. And each time I open a jar, I can feel the love she’s infused into every petal — a love that wasn’t always easy to feel. A love that had to find its way back to me across time, absence, and pain.

I visited her yesterday for my Grandma’s 87th birthday. I expected celebration. I didn’t expect healing. But when I walked into the drying shed, it hit me like a wave — the scent, the tenderness, the years, the ache.

I have been holding sadness. Grief in the heart. That aching, soul-slow kind of sorrow that makes you forget the way back to beauty.

And then, there she was.
The Queen of Flowers.
Rose.

In herbalism and aromatherapy, rose is known for its power to heal skin and heart. She softens scars and soothes inflammation. She lifts sorrow and mends the tender places grief touches. Rose is both medicine and mirror — she shows us the parts we keep hidden, then coaxes them gently toward the light.

I’ve used rose for years to calm my skin. To open my heart. To scent the body with remembrance. But this — this was different. This was a full-circle healing. From mother to daughter to world. From petal to potion to purpose.

That’s what I pour into every product I make.

🌹 When you apply a rose-infused oil, you’re anointing yourself with something sacred.
🌹 When you mix one of my masks, you're blending generations of care and memory.
🌹 When you use my scrubs or balms, you're touching something grown with intention, harvested with love, and created to heal.

Rose doesn’t promise to take your pain away.
She promises to sit beside it.
To whisper beauty back into your bones.

There is a reason she comes with thorns.
Love and grief live side by side.

But the petals — oh, the petals — they still bloom.
And so do we.

You can find rose in many of my products.
She’s tucked into oils, blended into masks, powdered into scrubs, and always present in the energy of what I create. Because in a tired, aching, angry world — we all need a little more beauty. A little more softness. A little more rose.