© Laurel Alexander 2018
Her name was Bohemian Rose, whose beauty faded by day and bloomed in full glory during the moistness of night.
She lived in a small house on her own and was a healer, especially of hearts. The stones she used in her work were of rose quartz, created when Adonis, lover of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, was attacked by Ares, god of war, in the form of a boar. When Aphrodite rushed to save him, she caught herself on a briar bush, and their mingled blood stained the white quartz pink.
She would create powerfully sacred elixirs out of rose quartz during the secret night in her workshop. Her preparations were used to soothe burns, clear the skin, reduce wrinkles and promote a soft complexion, stimulate the proper functioning of the heart and soothe bronchial areas.
She would work with women to enhance their fertility and used the mothering qualities of her rose quartz potions to alleviate post-natal depression and help mother’s health after complicated births. She would place baby milk within a circle of rose quartz to help ease colic. Her potions were a wonder for children providing beautiful dreams as well as easing night terrors.
More importantly, the gentle pink emanations from Bohemian Rose’s remedies brought comfort and healing to the emotions wounds of the heart. They dissolved sorrows, fears, and resentments which suppressed the heart’s ability to give and receive love and replaced them with contentment. Her rose quartz elixirs were a balm for those who had missed the nurturing as a child. Her potions erased the hurtful imprints and nourished the heart to accept the infinite source of love that comes from within.
Rose quartz is feminine in tone and one of the stones of the Great Mother, activating the heart of the Earth and the Universe. During the Equinox and Solstice festivals, Bohemian Rose would use her elixirs to create magick for the heart chakra of the Earth in and around her community.
One day Bohemian Rose fell ill. She took to her bed one morning after a long night in her workshop and turned her face to the wall. Her neighbors came in with food and warm drinks, but Bohemian Rose only took a little before turning her face back to the wall once more. Her friends sat by her bed, hoping she would talk and return to them. But she was silent and slipping away. This continued for six weeks.
On the seventh week, as she lay, weak and sad staring up at the ceiling, a figure filled the doorway to her home. He was a tall man. He put his bag on the floor and took off his dust coat. She watched him as he sat on a low wooden stool at the base of her bed. She saw his strong hands take a bottle out of the bag and looked at his dark brown curls as he bent over to gently push back the bed covers from her feet. Her eyes flickered as he poured something into his weathered hands. His touch was like butterfly wings, the oil like satin, her skin was on fire. She closed her weary, dry eyes and sank into space.
Bohemian Rose is well again. She no longer lives alone. The man stayed. These people live on your street. They are a family, Bohemian Rose, the man, and their two children. She still creates her elixirs which are even more potent and powerful than ever. Bohemian Rose had forgotten that she too had a heart to heal. Because she gave so much, she lost herself and could no longer continue to serve. Then along came a man who through his tender touch offered her unconditional love. What they saw in each other’s souls, and in loving each other created life to serve themselves and others.
Nowadays Bohemian Rose rarely forgets to love herself – as well as her family and her work. Interestingly enough, her full blush of beauty is now to be seen by both day and night.