The Gospel of Rose

What if your body was telling the truth all along?

The Gospel of Rose is a forthcoming somatic spiritual memoir that traces what happens after deconstruction. When leaving rigid belief systems is no longer enough, the body begins to speak.

Told through the voice of Mother Rose, the book follows a woman shaped by high-control theology as she learns to listen again to sensation, desire, and the intelligence of her own body. Years of spiritual discipline demanded silence, obedience, and self-erasure. What emerges is not a new belief system, but a lived remembering. Trust returns after shame. Relationship returns after fracture.

Most religious trauma memoirs tell the story of leaving.
The Gospel of Rose tells the story of remembering—what it costs, what it risks, and what becomes possible when the body is finally allowed to tell the truth.

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An excerpt from The Gospel of Rose

Rosefield Reflection 0: The Dream of Belonging

I dream I’m sitting cross-legged in a field of roses, writing.
The view is from the ground.
The stems rise at uneven heights.
Natural. Uncontained. Alive.

I’m alone, but not lonely.
I’m writing. Just writing.

I did not come here to be understood.
I came here to remember
what was once forgotten.

The roses are uneven.
So is the longing within my body.

Some days, rising suddenly.
Other days, settling through bone.

I sit in the heart 
of everything that shaped me,
rooted here.

This field does not ask me to prove myself.
This ground invites me to stay in my body.

The grief lives here—
Not as weakness, but as witness.
Not as noise, but as compass.

I sit with it.
Pen in hand,
feet tucked beneath me in prayer;
spine open to the sky,
sacrum open to the ground.

No eyes measure me here.
Only the steady ground
holding my belonging. 

With these words,
I am reweaving the thread
that guided me home.

Current Status

This book is currently being prepared for traditional publication.

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