Rose essence brings you the energy of pure love and inspirations. 

Roses are the flower of the heart; they bring pure love into our being and are there to support, love and encourage us. Rose connects to the heart chakra and our inner child.

I have been reconnecting with Rose essence of late myself. I take a few drops before sleep or meditation and I have noticed the past mornings I am waking with inspirations, ideas and solutions. In fact there is quite a fast stream of these thoughts so I must be quick to take note. And also act. After taking Rose essence I fall to sleep with happy memories of childhood floating in my thoughts as I drift off.

If I was to sum Rose up in one sentence it would be:

the essence of pure love; hugs in a bottle.

There are several rose essence options: Summers First rose, yellow rose, white rose, red rose, Ciamalta rose (a wild rose from the foothills of Keeper Hill), Andrea rose, and pink rose. Choose what chooses you or request a blend. I will continually be adding to the Rose essence collection with new roses as they call.

Rose blends well with other tree and plant essences to bring support into the remedy.

Rose essence is a wonderful blend for children.

What does rose mean to you? This is where she will meet you.

What colour calls to you? This is part of her healing vibrational energy.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near—Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more hear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
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