Natures True Beauty

The roses in my garden 🙂

We have the most gorgeous roses in my little Karoo garden. We have red rose topiaries that flank our driveway. These roses (see pic to your right and below) are so red that they actually hurt your eyes when you stare at them too long.

I set out to sketch these roses for a design idea I had for my store.

What stood out for me was that these beautiful roses had massive, massive thorns.

Big ones and little ones — so you can’t even think of touching them. And to pick them, you’d have to don some serious gloves!

Beauty and Boundaries

It got me thinking.

Such fragile and glorious flowers but you can’t touch them…lol. Nature has a great sense of humour!

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s natures way of protecting this grand creation.

After all, if roses weren’t so thwart with sharp sticky outy bits, we’d probably desecrate rose bushes instead of letting them be and leaving the admiration to pure sight — look, don’t touch.

Roses have some pretty strong boundaries.

Our Own Thorns

This is the design I came up with 🙂 For a limited time only, you can get these cushions for $20.83 when you buy 2 or more.

We, as human beings, can be pretty prickly too sometimes.

Occasionally, it takes the care of someone handling us with gloves and taking the time to have proper pruning sheers before they can get to us 😉

Through whatever experience we’ve gone through in our lives, we can sprout thorns on demand when we feel in danger of being torn down or stomped on. Perhaps even when we feel threatened by our own beauty (inner or outer) that can shine out and attract unwanted energy or attention.

It’s a thorny issue (corny, I know).

Some people may call us bitches or bastards for this inherent trait but, upon reflection, I think it could be nature’s very own way of helping us to set boundaries when our innate is telling us someone or something is not serving us. Or, possibly, we could be in very real danger, whether it is emotional or physical.

Sometimes thorns are needed.

My roses seem to be telling me to trust my innate sense of wisdom, it’s there for a reason. Or maybe they’re telling me I’m a prick.

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