The House of Iris
To see the rainbow, you must find the right angle.
The House of Iris is the inner temple of Blue Rose Wisdom, a sanctuary for women who are ready to stop circling the door and walk through it.
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The myth of Iris.
Long before she became a flower, Iris was a goddess.
She was the messenger between worlds — the one who moved between the divine and the human, carrying truth from one realm to the other. She is the rainbow itself: light refracted through water into something unexpectedly beautiful. Something that only appears when the conditions are exactly right. When you are standing in exactly the right place.
You cannot force a rainbow. You can only become still enough, present enough, open enough — to receive it.
In ancient France, the iris flower guided King Clovis into battle. Not by removing the danger. Not by making the path easy. But by accompanying him — by being the sign that said: you are not alone, and you are going the right way.
And then there is the iris of the eye itself — that small, luminous ring that determines how much light we let in. The part of us that sees. The part that can be trained, over time, to perceive what others miss. To find the symbolism in a drawing. To recognise a pattern before it repeats. To look honestly at what is, rather than what we wish were true.
This is what we named our inner temple for.
Not seeing as a skill. Seeing as a practice of love.
What the House of Iris is.
The House of Iris is where the deeper work lives.
It is a membership, a community, and an ongoing practice — for women who have heard the call and answered it. Not looking for a single experience, but for a path. A place to return to. A circle to belong to.
Something happens in the circle that cannot happen alone. A woman shares her drawing. Another woman sees something in it. A third recognises it in herself. And suddenly the room is full of a seeing that belongs to no single person — something moving through the group like light through water.
Many eyes. Many hearts. One circle.
We keep each other buoyant. We witness each other honestly. We make the journey as warm, as playful, and as alive as we possibly can.
Because that is the point.
Who this is for.
The House of Iris is for the woman who already knows something more is possible.
She may have found these wisdom traditions and felt their depth — and their overwhelm. She may be navigating a difficult relationship, wondering if honesty could save it. She may be raising children and longing for more presence, more groundedness, more of herself. She may simply feel the quiet ache of a life lived slightly out of alignment with who she truly is.
She is not broken. She is not lost.
She is at the threshold. Curious. A little afraid. And ready — in the way a seed is ready — to find out what she is becoming.
Three rooms. One threshold.
Inside the House of Iris, the work unfolds across three spaces — each one a doorway, each one a homecoming.
The Lotus Room — where the body learns to feel safe again. Kundalini yoga, breath, mudra, and mantra. The nervous system settling into truth.
The Cosmos Room — where the hand moves and the mind finally rests. Intuitive drawing, held in sound. The universe speaking through you.
The Iris Room — where what arose is witnessed, named, and set free. Contemplation circles. Many eyes. The group mind at work.
You are welcome to begin in any room. Most women find the rooms begin to work on them together — each one deepening what the others opened.
A note from Eve & Cheryl.
We will be honest with you. We are both, at heart, hermits.
We would each be quite content in solitude — with our practice, our drawings, our quiet inner lives. And yet here we are. Building something. Calling women in.
Because what we found on this path was too alive to keep to ourselves. Because we remember what it felt like to stand at the beginning of these systems, overwhelmed by the beauty and the complexity, wishing someone would just show us the door.
We found it. We want to show you where it is.
Not through effort. Not through more information. Through the body. Through drawing. Through the circle. Through becoming, for a little while, like children again — curious, undefended, willing to be surprised.
"Unless you become as a little child, you cannot enter the kingdom."
The House of Iris is our answer to that invitation.
We hope you will come in.
— Eve & Cheryl
A sanctuary where women learn to see clearly.
Where the right angle reveals the rainbow. Where no one crosses the difficult terrain alone. Where the iris of the eye — and the iris of the field — remind us:
Beauty is not the absence of struggle. It is what becomes visible when we stop looking away.
The House of Iris is taking shape.
Like all living things, it is growing in its own time.
If something in these words has named something in you — we invite you to add your name. You will be among the first to know when the doors open.