Lavender

Lavender: The One Who Brings You Home Devotion ·

Calm · Memory There’s a hush in lavender’s bloom — a scent that soothes, a feeling that stays. In the Victorian language of flowers, lavender speaks of devotion, tranquility, and healing. A quiet vow: you are safe with me. In folklore, lavender was a gentle guardian. In medieval Europe, dried blossoms were worn close to the heart — to keep love faithful, to guard dreams, to ward off wandering spirits. In Wales, it was sewn into garments for luck, or scattered to confuse witches who drifted too near. On Midsummer nights, tossing sprigs into the fire was said to reveal the unseen — fae folk, ghosts, or truths buried deep. And still, they say lavender remembers. Its fragrance lingers like memory — of hands that stayed open, of souls that waited. Of someone who made the world feel safe again. In floriography, lavender carries this message: I will not let you be consumed by the world. May this bloom guide you gently — back to yourself, or someone you love.