The central bud of the rose is strong for its many layers, a spear-like nub. Like the heart, to grow it must open. It will learn the hard way, that the more it does so, the more delicate it will become. Beauty and love do not stay crouched and bunched like a fist, but have learnt to unfold, and to make themselves vulnerable.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018