You might’ve noticed I have a thing for roses...and that I go by the name of Jasmine Rose.
This has been my name for a year now.
When the rose began to call me, whispering at first, her allure captured my attention, and I turned toward her. I listened to her whisper, which became a resounding call as she quietly revealed her wisdom, gradually intoxicating me with fragrance & beauty, wrapping me in the soft folds of her petals to remind me …how loved I am; ❤️ the blessings of being a woman; the wisdom of the womb and the sacredness of sexuality.
As I step into my womanhood, I recognise that although I am the daughter of my parents who named me Jasmine, I am eternally the daughter of the Great Mother – She who is guiding me on this path.
The Rose is considered a symbol of the Divine Feminine, associated with Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene. The Rose to me is a living expression of She; a messenger from the Mystery, a frequency of Love that we can tune into any time.
The rose began to show up on my path with remarkable consistency and through the the wildest of synchronicities. Eventually it became clear that “Rose” was my true name.
After six months of deliberating, it felt like the right thing to do and so I made it official! A year ago on the spring equinox, I went up the elevator to the registry. Somebody stepped in with a bouquet of roses, reassuring me I was on the right path (even though my mind doubted it like crazy).
After I’d signed the papers, I went back out into the foyer and there was a different person with another bouquet of roses.
Changing my last name was of no disrespect to my father’s line, but a true ownership of my essence; an act of sovereignty.
Knowing the power of the vibration of words, it felt important to have a name that is a true reflection of my soul essence. And so it is! I truly have not looked back.
Changing my last name to “Rose” was symbolic of a rebirth I am currently in the throes of – a rebirth as woman – no longer my parent’s daughter, but my own woman.
The little girl in me is slowly being integrated, loved and held as the powerful woman in me rises.
I am being confronted with some seriously uncomfortable truths during this initiation – many of them way more mundane than mystical!!
Rites of passage into womanhood are seriously lacking in our culture, and prior to now I have felt the absence of something so important.
So I feel very blessed to be undertaking such a rite with a dear and respected elder in my community in a couple of weeks time – which just so happens to begin on my 33rd birthday!
It is time.
I am ready, willing and supported.
Life is testing me in brand new ways; urging me to take the next step into the fullness of the medicine I have to bring while I am here on earth.
This has rattled and rocked a lot in my world as I’ve known it, in so many ways that I haven’t shared about here as I’ve needed to sit in the crucible and honour the sacredness of this transformative fire.
… so much is falling away right now and I am deep in the fertile darkness of the void. The Mystery demands I befriend her.
Rose continues weaves her magic and medicine into my life in all manner of wonderful ways.
… surprising me, delighting me, comforting me, and most importantly, awakening me to Love.
{As I was writing this I had a delivery of rose chocolate to my doorstep!! YUMMMM!}
I now weave the magic, mystery and medicine rose into my offerings (have you seen my latest offering??), and sense there will be more of this to come.
Love and rose blessings to you all!
Jasmine Rose 🌹
