“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title…”
Juliet. Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, 1599.
If we think of creation as a spell, what magic words would we
need to conjure up the most perfect rose? Already part of Nature’s
repertoire, such beauty has long been admired, as our own efforts
to ‘reflect the harmony that already exists’ are inspired. Whether
by poem or prose, image or tale, can we really imagine a rose by
any other name than that which it bears so well? Rising above
daily life, it invites us to enter another world – a heavenly scent
pervading – raising our spirits, and touching our soul.