Welcome, beautiful soul
If you’ve found your way here, you’re already on sacred ground.
As Easter moves gently through our hearts, we feel the tremble of something ancient and ever-new—resurrection not just as a story, but as a living invitation. And in this holy season, Mary Magdalene stands close. Closer than breath. She is not just at the tomb. She is the one who rises to tell of it.
In the shadows of dawn, when all seemed lost, it was Mary who stayed. When the world scattered, she remained. The first to arrive. The first to witness. The first to speak. She is the Apostle to the Apostles not because of status or hierarchy, but because of her heart—broken open, still faithful, still searching.
🌸 "She stayed through the silence and rose through the sorrow. This is the way of the feminine: to remain, to remember, to rise."
— Rose Blessings
Easter is about rising
But not the kind that skips the ache.
It’s about rising through—through grief, through silence, through all that has been misunderstood or cast aside. And isn’t that the story of the divine feminine too?
For centuries, Mary Magdalene was veiled in distortion. Called names she never wore. Her wisdom overlooked. Her devotion diminished. But she, like us, is not defined by misunderstanding. She rises anyway. Softly, steadily, in red and rose and flame.
Here at Rose Blessings, we listen to her voice again—not as an echo of the past, but as a living wellspring. She is the heart behind the Mary Magdalene Way Sacred Prayer Journal, a place to meet her and meet yourself.
With every page, she reminds us that prayer is not performance—it’s presence.
It’s sitting at the edge of what hurts and waiting to be shown what heals.
🌷 So, dear heart, this Easter… may you rise with her.
- Rise in your knowing.
- Rise in your softness.
- Rise in your truth.
Let the tombs within you open.
Let the grief that sits in your bones become a song.
Let your voice—like hers—be a witness to what cannot be buried.
The Divine Feminine does not rush.
She does not demand.
She remembers.
And from that memory, she blooms.
You are not alone.
You are not forgotten.
You are part of the rising.
With love and blessings,
—The Rose Blessings Team