The Way of the Rose – the soul's true path of love

Walking the path of love is not a bed of roses.

Sometimes it is the most enchanting and soul-fulfilling journey.

Other times it feels like a deep and hard fall into the abyss.

The path of the rose is not created for comfort – it is created for transformation.

It serves the growth and flowering of the soul.

The path of the rose is the true path of love, guided by the soul.

The rose, as the flower of the soul, needs it all.

Light and dark. Joy and pain. Heaven and Earth.

Only in this way can she rise, with her roots firmly planted in the fertile soil.

Around the full moon of Leo, a portal opened on my path.

As if the moonlight lit a fire in my heart and began to call forth ancient truths from the depths of my soul.

Since then, I have been thoroughly tested in my relationships.

Reflections have arisen, emotions have been awakened, and layers of old patterns have come to light.

Not to break me down, but to open something deeper.

For every encounter, every mirror, every moment of vulnerability, something else has also been awakened.

Healing. Memory.

A quiet, yet powerful feeling of homecoming. As if the soul, through my relationships, has guided me even deeper into the path of love.

On the path of love, we also encounter heartache. Deep heartbreaks.

But maybe it's not just heartbreaks, maybe it's heartbreak-throughs.

Moments when the heart is not only broken, but breaks through its own protective layers so that love can flow even more freely.

Because on the path of love, the heart is broken again and again. Not because we are failing, but because the soul calls us deeper into love.

What we call the ego is really just a lower aspect of the soul.

It's a part of us that was never meant to lead the way alone.

Without the wisdom and light of the soul, the ego can easily become fearful, controlling, or try to protect the heart by closing it off.

But when the soul is allowed to lead again, something falls into place.

The ego finds its rightful place as servant – not as leader.

On the rose path you will also find the wild rose.

The rose that never really fit in. The one that was born with a power that couldn't be shaped according to others' expectations.

She was tamed.

Learned to be quieter. More neat. More like the others.

And for a time, it almost succeeded.

The wild rose learned to bend, to adapt, to hide its power in order to belong.

But the soul never forgets its truth.

One day, something began to stir deep in her roots. Something older than fear. Something stronger than adaptation.

The soul awakened.

And through heartbreak, through breakups, through the many heartbreak-throughs, the rose began to break through all that had never been true.

Layer by layer, what she thought she should be fell away.

The wild rose remained.

Untamed. Alive. True.

Only by not judging her experiences as right or wrong can the rose move through the challenges of duality.

When judgment releases its grip, something new begins to open up. Only by learning to love it all does she open herself to the golden middleground – the path that is both and, and not either or.

On the path of the rose, the world is no longer black and white.

The colors of the rainbow reveal themselves to the rose, one by one, with each leaf she dares to unfold.

Every small step she takes on the stairs into the abyss – the world we call the world of shadows – awakens the light and power of the rose.

It is here, in the darkness, that she discovers something precious: that the light lives within her.

She becomes her own light in the darkness.

Here she sows her seeds.

Here she begins to create her own rose garden of the colors of the rainbow.

A garden born of experience, courage and love. And in this memory she remembers who she is.

Daughter of Gaia.

Child of the source of love.

A living rose on the path of the soul.

The path of the rose is not a bed of roses.

It is an explosion of ecstatic love.

Happy Women's Day Beautiful Soul!

Ahavah,

In love and presence

Akkirah Rose