I first noticed how beauty can be a key part of the spiritual path (especially for women) while standing in the checkout line at the shop. Up to that point, I had been enjoying flower petals and drops of rose essential oil in my baths, slower mornings with coffee on the porch, and the way I decorated my plate with locally harvested foods. Each practice left me more grounded, present, relaxed, and fulfilled.
What began unfolding became a lesson in healing and remembrance. I started noticing women all around me radiating an incredible, intense beauty. I realised beauty is a frequency that heals us when we remember.
Beauty is a path of remembrance. It is a way for the feminine aspects of the divine to be celebrated in our everyday lives. Yet the modern world has prioritised deadlines over thoughtfully curated creations. It is the beauty within each of us that allows us to remember and cultivate a closer relationship with the divine.
Beauty is not reserved for polished magazine ads—it is alive in every woman. Beauty breathes in authenticity. When we return to this balance of beauty within ourselves, within our days, and in what we create, we remember what it is like to truly feel alive.
To be alive—truly alive—beauty cannot be an afterthought; it is the heart of existence. Art as life breathes beauty into the spaces we think need fixing. Beauty celebrates all of it. Just as the petal of a rose falls to nourish the ground when its time comes, nature invites us to see there is beauty in letting go. Growth comes when the old dies to give birth to the new. More beauty. More of you, expressed in your radical radiance of what it means to be human.
All of nature embodies this reflection. The beauty of a blossoming rose is the same beauty that lies in the heart of every person. Letting go and loving the parts that feel rough allow this beauty to unfold even more fully in its radiance.
Once I noticed how beautiful these women were, I felt excited to celebrate their beauty with them. Here is what happened: their shoulders dropped, and they smiled, beaming with joy. Like a rose opening in the sun, when women hear they are beautiful, it nourishes both people. It connects our hearts. And when the heart feels connected, the nervous system calms, and love is the natural result.
This is why beauty is not shallow or greedy—it is part of our divine design. We are the rose blooming. The feeling I experienced in the grocery shop is the same as admiring a rose in the wild. What happens to your nervous system when you pause to appreciate a flower? What happens to your heart?
What if the solutions to peace are not always about the right ideas, but about recognising the rose that lives in everyone, all around us? What if we looked at each other as roses—how might that change the world and our very own hearts? What if we simply told women they were beautiful? It might just make someone’s day.
Imagine what schools, businesses, and communities could look like if beauty were the centre point of how we lived. Much of modern life is built on efficiency (whatever that means), with beauty as an afterthought. But what if beauty came first, and efficiency followed? Perhaps our very idea of efficiency would even change.
Inviting more beauty into your life can be as simple as placing a vase of flowers on the table, cooking a recipe you have been excited to try, or taking a walk and noticing the leaves change with the seasons. It might even be a bath filled with your favourite scents. Beauty can be tucked into the corners of your everyday life, waiting to be noticed and celebrated by you.
And if someone tries to tell you beauty is vapid, you can always smile and see the rose that lies in their heart. Something just might bloom.
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