One Summer day, I decided to take a drive to one of my favorite foraging spots. When I arrived, I felt something wasn’t quite right. As I hiked up along the trail, I noticed that the land had been completely demolished by ATV vehicles. It was truly heart-wrenching. I immediately became full of anger and started projecting all kinds of negatives on “humanity” and “their” lack of consciousness.
The Summer afternoon turned in to offerings of tears and prayers to the land. Prayers of forgiveness and compassion. Prayers of remembering how to live in good relationship with all my relations. Prayers of healing. Prayers of gratitude for our Holy Mother.
It was clear that I was not suppose to forage for any plant medicines from this particular location. After making offerings to the land, I decided to take the long drive back home. On my way home, out of the corner of my eye I felt a large presence urging me to stop the car. I pulled my car over on a dirt road and ran up the hill. I could smell their fragrance before I laid eyes on their beauty. The Wild Rose patch was the largest I had ever seen. I knew this was the Holy Mother letting me know that she heard me. She was letting me know that through forgiveness, their is room for new growth.
In many traditions the Rose medicine helps us to dissolve old pain and sorrow.