Baby Bud Studs

Roses have long been cherished and sacred within my heart. My birth-month flower, fondest fragrance in its gentility, the color most representative of my soul’s auric field, I seek to discover more roses each time I return to Paris - kept illuminated within the stained glass of ancient cathedrals, scattered like treasures across the gardens of Versailles, hidden amongst various paintings in the Louvre. Their divine beauty is representative of deep unconditional love and gratitude, they are an extension of love, strength and resilience. In the late 1700’s, the French became world leaders in both the knowledge and breeding of roses. Whenever I am looking to reconnect with my Divine Feminine self, I surround myself with the enchanting, all-encompassing beauty that the rose brings. A decorative symbol representing the heart, roses are viewed as symbols of the human soul, as expressions of spiritual joy, and are often aligned as gifts of immortal love with the goddess Aphrodite. Roses appea