Mecca

Mecca brings you the magic of love. 

The Rose doesn’t, nor could she grow only for herself. She is honored to be with all things living here with her on Earth to admire her beauty, & grows stronger & softer because of it. To withstand winds, & heavy rains. And when there is stillness again, the morning & afternoon light illuminated the droplets left on her tender petals. But do not overlook her thorns, for they will hook you if not taking proper care. The Rose is sweeter than the aster, & reminds the heart to uphold boundaries for our safety. 
Cooling & warming, a heavenly balance. 
euphoric. 
When paired to Hawthorn berries, these two know right what to do. 
Wrapping you up in their arms like a warm embrace from grandmother. “You are safe now.” They say. While stirring a simmering batch of warm broth for your soul to sip on while she tells stories of your mothers’ childhood. Tales of the joy she would experience after picking herself up to try again, & succeeding. 
You allow yourself to ease into a state of rest. And your grief, to pass through you. Gradually, nothing is rushed. No one to bear witness except all of your matriarchal ancestors holding your shoulder in unison as the last tear falls from your cheek. It is collected, & honored. For it has served its purpose.

Still, there is another here to hold your hand while you step into your next phase. In transition, Motherwort is the conductor. Setting tempo for your heart to march to, with confidence. She ties a pack full of necessities, & something sweet to your back. She hands you a page of sheet music, gives you a kiss on the forehead and says, “this will assist you on your travels.” 
These plant healers give you one last nod of encouragement, & send you off with Cinnamon.

To drive all these good forces from your center, activating all the potential healing actions for the Heart- cinnamon is here. Bringing joy and ease back into your inner world. 
The foundation is ready to rebuild upon. As you follow the rhythm of the sheet music Motherwort gave you, the song sounds familiar. Like a distant memory. It guides you to Mecca. The Center of Your Being. The song becomes clearer.

Your ancients behind you, necessities strapped firmly to your back. 
The sides of your mouth gently lift

You are guided by love. 
Off you go.

Rose has transformed your anger to forgiveness.

Hawthorn has mended your inner wounds, & cast protection over you.

Motherwort drove melancholic vapors from your soul, & filled you up with the courage & strength of a lion. 

Cinnamon holds your roadmap.