A Rose Garden Relationship

I am helping a patient of mine put together her “goodbye letters.” Really, they are love letters to her closest family and friends done with knowing her death will come soon and wanting to leave them something tangible with her imprint of love all over them. This last week she dictated a letter to her future daughter-in-law. The future girl of her son’s dreams has yet to be found, and from what I gather he does not date too much these days–more your recluse type–so this letter is for the future hoped-for by his mother. Now I did hear that her son promised to get married by thirty-five, a good ten years off, at least that is her prayer for him. (Poor dear.)

As we worked on the future daughter-in-law letter, my patient would consult me to see if she covered all her bases. She wanted the opinion of a “future daughter-in-law,” whom she sees me to be given her palm reading from the week before! (Too funny; right?) I tell you what…this patient is such a joy to see! I really look forward to each visit because regardless of how sick she is, she possesses an amazing spirit and looks at life with joy and gratitude. I am learning a great deal from her about love, forgiveness, optimism, and most importantly, letting go of fear and trusting God.

In the letter to her future daughter-in-law, she wrote the following: “Be kind and gentle to each other. Love and marriage are like a rose. As they blossom, they get sweeter and open more with each passing day. When you argue with each other (over the next fifty years or so), remember inside that grouchy man is the same young guy you fell in love with. Please take excellent care of each other.”

Do you know much about roses? They are not difficult to cultivate, but they do require knowing a thing or two for them to flourish. I am not a rose expert by any means, but I did help someone plant a new garden and learned about roses in the process. Sista’s parents, Gram and Granddad, cultivate roses out at Lawless Landing. I wrote to Granddad to ask for some advice on the rose front, given there being just one straggly rose bush with one bloom every now and again in the garden before we began. What were we to do?

Granddad offered his sage rose wisdom. “Don’t be afraid to prune. Spend the time and money to make the right mix in the soil; roses can be picky about that. Water. Water. Water. If you tend to them, they should bloom abundantly for years to come.” In the end, the old rose was out, and two new ones purchased to be planted in deep pots with just the right soil and mulch top. A careful brew of moss, manure, soil and fertilizer to help these little plants blossom and grow.

I think many of us treat our relationships the same way we treat roses. We either buy them on the side of the street (you know who you are!) or at the store, but then throw them away when the blooms wilt and the water turns rancid. Maybe we feel sentimental sometimes, and turn over a bouquet and try to dry them out, but dried flowers are never as sweet at fresh. At other times, we do go ahead and actually “buy the bush” (terrible pun not intended, but noted) but become dismayed when the plant dies from our neglect. Into the mulch pile and onto another new plant thinking, “I just need to get one that is in my favourite colour, then it will work.” (Or something like that.)

The same person I helped with planting the garden remarked to me at the time, “I just want roses, but I do not want to have to mess with them.” Don’t we all! Relationships are hard. They require pruning back the dead parts of ourselves and allowing for that growth time in the one we are with after we help prune them. We must be honest, but we can never be cruel for cruelty always takes away more of the healthy plant than it can survive without. We have to nurture and tend to the soil. It takes the right balance of the shit of the past processed enough to bring added joy and life to the mix of regular ordinary life and rich healthy soil in order to have a full future. We must water our love. Love dying of thirst has no hope at all of blooming. And we cannot be afraid of being stuck, pricked, poked or cut by the thorns. Thorns are part of life, and I have found in my limited rose experience that often the sweetest most beautiful roses have the sharpest thorns. Put another way, if passion for life and love rules one’s heart, deep waters of sadness or informed understanding will often be their gentle companions as well.

I know part of the pain of my own past centers on feeling the burn of being tossed into the mulch heap. None of us like to feel tossed away because of our thorns, especially when we feel we have worked so hard to cultivate amazing blossoms with the fertilizer of our lives. Having been on the mulch heap these last six months, I spent my time pruning back so I would be ready for replanting a garden with someone else. My gut and heart believe the new blooms can be even sweeter than the last, but I still get scared sometimes. I do not want to be thrown on the mulch heap again! I guess this is why when my patient spoke of love and marriage being like a rose, I could not help but think to myself how appropriate a metaphor this is, only for me it is more like a rose garden. One that requires patience, nurturing, attention and forgiveness in order to enjoy the sweet opening blooms year after year.

I, for one, am willing to put in the work.

Photo credit: The Bean