Roses for Mary

It's gettin' nigh time to jump into the world of Mary Magdalene and Jesus. My room's all set-up! Got my clothes clean and put away, so it looks like a studio again. Tomorrow my pals come over for a welcome back potluck. I'm so excited! It's a party for me! And Monday we put up the permanent mounts on the painting wall! Got my 3 x 4 foot canvas for the Mary and Jesus painting so physically we're good to go! I hope my mind arrives soon- that'd be great. Or not! Who knows! I don't know how this boat's gonna float. This upcoming painting means so much to me and I just don't know what I'm gonna do yet. Not that that's a bad thing. Sometimes I get out onto the high dive and panic, "Ack! What am I doing out here?!" And I yell, "Hey!!! Is there water in the pool?! Jesus it's foggy around here." murmur. murmur. "'Scuse me! THE POOL! I'd like to confirm that there is WATER in the POOL! I can't SEEE it!" Silence. Hear a duck skim across water. "ah Christ." Hold my nose. "Well, here's to hoping. GERONIMO!!!!!"
I wrote out my personal Rose Symbolism. For your enjoyment!:
Rose is the Heart of Love. Different colors show the gleam of a heart characteristic.
Red rose is the bleeding heart of sacrifice, the dagger, Mary Magadalen, passion of all flavors, the blood of Christ. From the dark soil rises the blooded phenomenal beauty. Endures death of false hearts.
Yellow rose is joy of life, the refreshment and vivacity of springtime, the bursting forth of earth in her “Let’s DO THIS!” splendor. Oh kind rose gifting her exuberant smile.
Pink is gentle like sister leaving a note for you on a tin of cookies, sweet like a love just met who would like to know if you want to go swimming this afternoon?
Orange is duende of the original dance. Setting sun aflame- Que rica, mi regalona, let joy be unconfined! Bird of Paradise shows his tail feathers. Dance, Handsome!
The Golden Rose is the Godhead, parting to see through incomprehensible depths, the wordless glory of space and time wrapped inside a flower that knows outside of this. You don’t understand? Then look on rose of gold, fairest to behold. It is not like earth’s gold, not solid like our metal, but blooming, and pulsing, ineffable, omnipotent, soft, fleshy, gentle, generous. Shining forever.
White rose is the purified, losing all colors to be colored by the realms of God- the blank and yet the needing nothing to create beauty, it being complete in its simple shine. “There is no dirt on this rose” Nor yellow or brown, no tinge of one thing or another. This rose is white. Which color will shine in the night?
A purple rose weeps for what was, mourns for what is, is soft knowing what comes. Not weak, but brave. Purple rose falls all around the Garden of Gethsemane whispering, “I know, I know, I know…”
Black rose knows the secrets of perfumery. Watch out, she is a witch, black rose. But who knows, really, what kind of witch she might be.
Blue Rose lives in Heaven and knows the Sky. Gentle with prayers, she can hold them.