Sacred Rose

Day 13: Waning Crescent in Capricorn

Dear Blossoming Soul,

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t grieved the absence of romantic love.

But grief doesn’t mean my life is empty.
It doesn’t mean love is missing.

I am surrounded by love.

Today, I’m appreciating that my life holds nearly every other form of love imaginable. My life holds friendship, family, community, affection, devotion, and care.

I’m grateful the Greeks had more than one word for love. In English, we tend to divide it into platonic or romantic, as if those are the only categories that matter. And when romantic love is absent, it can feel like half of what’s possible is missing.

But the Greeks knew that a heart fed only by Eros — that singular, consuming fire — is a heart that eventually goes hungry. They gave us a language for the rest of the feast.

I see Philia in the long-form conversations with the women who walk beside me — the kind of deep friendship that acts as both mirror and compass. I feel the steady, quiet hum of Storge in the safety of family and the roots that hold me firm.

When I am playful or share a fleeting, lighthearted spark with a stranger, I honor Ludus. When I show up for my community with a selfless heart, I practice Agape. And in the daily, practical ways I tend my life — the steady doing of love — I feel the grounded strength of Pragma.

At the center of this Sacred Rose is Philautia. This self-love isn’t a destination; it’s the soil in which all other loves grow. Through this wider lens, I can see that my life isn’t a waiting room.

It is a garden in full bloom.

Today isn’t about denying desire or pretending nothing aches.
It’s about honoring what is already here.

Today, I choose to recognize the love that surrounds me.

This is the tending today.

HEALING THE MOTHER LINE is the oracle card I drew for today.

It is a day of recognizing all the ways love surrounds and grounds me, and of honoring the mother line itself.

Collectively, we have endured deep wounds to the mother line through colonialism and patriarchy. We were separated from the Great Mother’s unwavering embrace and taught to look only toward a distant, masculine God in the sky. In that separation, we were not taught to recognize the feminine woven through all of life.

Now, we are being called to heal the mother line.

This healing begins within. By cultivating a loving inner mother. By treating ourselves with the reverence, adoration, understanding, and compassion we have longed for all along.

Meet yourself where others could not.

Always,
Your Trusted Friend 🌹


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