ABOUT

I. THE SEED

It all began beneath a solar eclipse.

As the sun, moon, and earth aligned, something within me did, too. I didn't know it then, but I was standing at the threshold of a new life. A quiet invitation was asking me to stop searching outside myself and begin listening inward.

There are moments that divide a life into before and after.

This was one of mine.

It was the beginning of a journey home, a remembering that would eventually become Monrosia™.

II. THE ROOTS

Like many women, I spent years searching for belonging outside myself.

I believed fulfillment would come through achievement, through creating a beautiful life, through finding the right place or becoming the right version of myself. But beneath every accomplishment was a quieter longing.

To feel rooted.
To feel nourished.
To feel at home.

I didn't yet understand that the deepest roots are not inherited.

They are cultivated.

The life we create becomes the soil from which future generations grow.

III. THE MUD

Then I became a mother.

Nothing prepared me for the invisible passage from maiden to mother.

I prepared for birth with devotion, a midwife, a doula, countless books and practices. Yet no one prepared me for what came after.

Those first months were beautiful.
A healthy daughter.
Ocean air.

Palm trees swaying above a hammock where I nursed her beneath the Malibu sky.
From the outside, everything appeared complete.
Yet quietly, something inside me began to disappear.

Motherhood became both the greatest joy I had ever known and the greatest initiation of my life.
At the height of the pandemic, isolation amplified everything.
I searched for places where mothers belonged, not simply tolerated, but truly welcomed.

Again and again I encountered the same unspoken message:

Be quiet and be grateful.

It became impossible to ignore what our culture had forgotten.

We celebrate weddings.
We celebrate births.
But we rarely honor the profound transformation of the woman herself.

There was no ritual.
No temple.
No village.
No sacred passage to help a woman become a mother while remembering herself.

I realized I wasn't searching for childcare.

I was searching for sisterhood.

IV. THE LOTUS

That search led me to folk herbalism at the School of the Sacred Wild led by herbalist Marysia Miernowska.

During the quiet of the pandemic, I found an online community unlike anything I had experienced.
Each month we devoted ourselves to a single plant.

We drank its tea.
Meditated with it.
Learned its stories. Unlocked old memories with plants my ancestors knew, and something awoke within me.

The process allowed its medicine to slowly transform me from the inside out.
Most importantly, I never had to choose between my daughter and my own becoming.

Poppy was always welcome.
She sat beside me.
Played nearby.
Tasted the herbs.
Learned alongside me.

For the first time, I witnessed a way of living where motherhood wasn't an interruption to spiritual life; it was part of it.

When it came time to complete my final herbal thesis, I created a rainbow tincture from every color of lotus. A full spectrum of lotus.

Yet one flower continued calling me back.
The Red Lotus.
Its beauty felt ancient.
Its medicine felt familiar.

Red is the color of roots.
Of blood.
Of birth.
Of the life force carried through generations.

It reminded me that healing isn't about escaping our lives.
It's about returning more fully to them.

The Red Lotus became more than a botanical.
It became a teacher.

V. THE BLOOM

Years later, my daughter and I found ourselves in Egypt.

A dear friend simply said,
"Bring Poppy."
So I did.

Together in a large group, we woke before dawn, wrapped ourselves in colored silks, and walked into temples older than memory.

As the first scarlet light rose across the desert, women gathered in song.

Poppy danced beside me.
Not as a spectator.
As a participant.

Watching her there, I realized something profound.
We don't have to pass down only what we inherited.

We can pass down what we consciously choose to create.

Inside the Temple of Hathor, the goddess of music, beauty, motherhood, joy, and sacred celebration, I felt something ancient awaken.

Not a memory of the past.
A remembrance of the future.
A vision of women gathering across every generation.
Infants.
Mothers.
Grandmothers.
Elders.
No one excluded.
No stage of womanhood left outside the circle.

That is the world I want my daughter to inherit.
And that is why Monrosia™ exists.
Monrosia™ is more than tea.
More than adornment.
More than ritual.

It is an invitation to remember that women were never meant to walk these thresholds alone.
To create spaces where beauty becomes belonging.

Where ritual becomes remembrance.
Where motherhood is honored.
Where healing happens in community.
Where every woman is welcomed exactly as she is.

The lotus teaches us that beauty is not found despite the mud.
It blooms because of it.

Our lives are no different.
Every challenge can become fertile ground for wisdom.
Every season can become part of our unfolding.

This is my offering.
A place to gather.
To heal.
To celebrate.
To remember.
To become.

“Become the Altar™.”

Founded by Monroe King, a musician, sound healer, herbalist, and mother, Monrosia™ was born from years of working with sacred botanicals and ceremonial practices.

The Philosophy

Monrosia™ was created to remind us that self-care is sacred. Rooted in the timeless art of ritual beauty, our products are crafted with reverence for the plants, the body, and the unseen. We believe that tending to yourself is an act of devotion, a way to reconnect with what’s holy, sensual, and alive.

The Process

Every Monrosia™ product is made in small batches with intentional sourcing, pure botanicals, and sustainability in mind. Our approach merges science with spirit, honoring both the chemistry of skincare and the soul of ritual. Each formula is inspired by the healing traditions of ayerveda or European folk magic and include Artesmia Vulgaris & Red Lotus (Nymphaea rubra) a flower revered for its calming, euphoric, and heart-opening essence.