The Self is the great healer, we are merely its servants. Life is like a Rose. The archetype of the rose is filled with complete beauty and perfection.
Some roses find themselves in lack and destitution, impoverished and deprived.
Of these some falter and fail to thrive, others struggle through a frail survival. Some are hardy enough to weather all storms and overcome all obstacles. The most fortunate are given the nourishment and support they need to flourish and bloom in fullness and completion. Yet even these eventually fade away and die, only to be born again, and again. May the Rose that is your Soul be given the strength and joy of a full, rich life.