Rosemary - Part 6

He looked into her shining eyes of the palest, truest blue and stroked her long and golden flowing hair—there, beside the ocean, lovers now as one, where once there had been two.

A daughter was born of their union, conceived by the nature spirits and forbidden by the deva of the tree. Her given name was Rosmarinus, which means “dew of the sea,” and there by the seaside is where she grew. The deva

 made her not as tall as her father, but her leaves were the green of his eyes and her blossoms spoke of her mother's eyes, the palest, truest blue.

Since the deva had grown angry by this forbidden love, she gave Rosmarinus the power to cause a woman to lose her pregnancy in remembrance of what should never have been. Her seeds are tiny and difficult to propagate, but still she has many offspring, some upright like herself and some who wear their hair of deep green needles draping over the rocky cliffs in remembrance of their mother's long and flowing hair. In her mercy the deva allowed these siblings the power to bring beauty to the earth goddesses, who use rosemary's benefits for their hair and skin.

I tell you this tale so that you may come to understand more deeply the alliance between humans and Rosmarinus, whom you call rosemary, as well as the sympathies of the nature spirits and the responsibilities of the devas. May you honor her medicines as you honor yourselves.

The Rosemary Song

The piney scent of Rosemary

has called your memory near

and brought me to remembrance

of the things I hold most dear

Remember me with Rosemary

where the fog and salt spray meet

for this is where I think of you

upon the isle of Crete

Marry me with Rosemary

I'll wear her flowers pale and blue

and keep you always in my heart

My love for you is true

Bury me with Rosemary

when my time on Earth is through

Toss her there upon my grave

and I will always be with you



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