Orange Roses, Lavender Whispers & Old Fears
It started with a shimmer. Not a light exactly—more like the air around Petal Pines humming with a new kind of softness. Rosie Charm felt it the moment her bare feet touched the morning grass. Something—or someone—was about to bloom.
From the heart of an orange rose, petals slowly unfurling in the sun, stepped a new Vireya. She blinked against the light, clutched a sketchbook to her chest, and smiled. "I want to draw everything," she whispered. "But I don’t always know where to begin."
Rosie reached for her hand, warm and certain. “We’ll start together.”
They wandered through the Grove, sketching corners of quiet beauty—Petal Pines in bloom, little creatures napping in moss, the sky’s changing hues. And for a moment, it felt like that would be the day’s story: the Orange Rose Vireya, full of spark and wonder, meeting Rosie in her element.
But by afternoon, the wind shifted. Softer. Heavier. Rosie turned—and from beneath a lavender bloom, another figure emerged. She didn’t speak at first. She didn’t have to.
The Lavender Rose Vireya stepped quietly into the clearing. Her eyes were wide, but her shoulders told a different story. She carried something unspoken—a tremble in her stillness. Rosie felt it immediately. So did the Orange Rose.
They didn’t ask questions. They made space.
By evening, the three sat beneath the trees. No sketching. No chatter. Just presence.
Because sometimes, inspiration begins with wonder… but ends with a whisper.
And sometimes, the most creative thing you can do is name your fear.
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When I was little, I was terrified of the dark. I’d pull the blankets tight over me and stay perfectly still. I knew why it felt safer under the covers, it was a fear I didn’t share the cause of. Not for a long time.
My older brother would sleep on the floor nearby, a quiet promise that I wasn’t alone. He would make sure that I could make it through the night, my first protector.
Now? I sleep in the dark. Most nights. But not all.
There are still evenings I turn on a light. I wait until my husband joins me. And I no longer feel ashamed of that.
Healing isn’t about pretending you’re never afraid. It’s about knowing what to do when you are.
The Orange Rose Vireya teaches us to begin. The Lavender Rose reminds us that softness has power, too. And Rosie? She reminds us that growth is rarely just one thing. It's not only joy or fear or creativity—it’s all of them, tangled and real.
🌼 Prompts to Try Today:
What inspires you without needing it to make sense?
What fear follows close behind when you start something new?
What does your fear look like, if you gave it a color or name?
What’s something you used to fear… and how did you outgrow it—or live with it?
What’s one gentle step you can take today to move closer to your spark?
And one more question: What would you name our Orange and Lavender Rose Vireya? They’re blooming alongside you, waiting to be seen.
— Aunt C’Anna