Rose-Worthiness

It all started a few days ago when I was out at the beach. There on the standline was a pink rose bud looking so out of place that it made me stop, pick it up and hold it as gently as you’d hold an injured bird.

I wondered how it had got there; had it been washed in with the tide or had someone brought roses to the beach ~ maybe a romantic or maybe a grief-stricken soul.

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Stranded Rosebud

I peeled away a few of the petals and the faintest rose-scented fragrance was discernible. Somehow that smell was fraught with poignancy and made me think of William Blake’s  poem, The Sick Rose.

I contemplated bringing the rose home and pressing it in one of the heavy books that lives for that purpose in my my study. But, I felt that the rose belonged to someone else; that it had a story and was meant to be there on the beach, even though it didn’t fit it with the seaside garden.

To my surprise, it was there for three or four days ~ getting more and more battered and clearly being bashed by the high tides that are around at this time of year.

I was almost relieved not to be able to see the rose on the fourth day when the beach was serenely empty inviting me in for my swim:
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Garrarrus Beach, Co. Waterford

As I was leaving after my dip a mother and two young kids passed me. The children had buckets and the little group was gathering stones and shells. The mother reminded me of my mother, back when we were small. She was as interested as the kids were in the adventure and was examining the children’s choices with a tenderness you don’t see all that often.

The rose may have been missing that day but it was been replaced by the pink hat of a little girl  whose mother exuded love and the ability to make magic out of simplicity.

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Regeneration

 

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

10 thoughts on “Rose-Worthiness”

      1. To my mind there are two very different and yet concurrent flows of life in humans. One is the physical – and in as much as it grows and then withers and dies – the chemicals and microscopic elements are reused because the Earth is basically a sealed system. The other flow is spiritual and I truly believe that is eternal and that the individual is “regenerated” as in the positive qualities are kept and the negative sloughed off as we move beyond the end of the physical life. Depending on where you have parked your consciousness in terms of which characteristics best define you, then you either move with your positive characteristics forward or you move with your negative characteristics wherever they may go – not a place I would like to explore. 😀

  1. The tenderness of the mother is echoed by the tenderness of the blogger who wrote this beautiful post. So lovely, Jean. We might be planning Ireland again, maybe July :).

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