𝑅𝒪𝒮𝐸 𝒯𝐸𝑀𝒫𝐿𝐸: Love Beyond Realms

There are certain hours where the world turns gold and everything becomes honest.

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉 has always been my favorite ..soft, holy, and full of remembrance.

Sundays, the day I was born, always feels like a meeting place between worlds…

𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓮.

This candle is called 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮, because roses were her joy… her beauty, her warmth, her unmistakable presence. And because love, when it outlives the body, becomes a temple within the heart… a sacred space where Divine 𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒lives…

Grief taught me that memory is not only a thought..

Sometimes it is warmth..

Sometimes it is fragrance..

Sometimes it is the way a flame dances..

answering something unspoken.

My mother was a Leo sun - radiant, bold, golden.

And even now, I feel her light in the quiet..

in moments of courage,

in laughter that surprises me,

in the way roses keep blooming after the hardest seasons.

When I light this candle, I am not choosing sorrow.

I am choosing devotion.

I am holding my 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 memory..

not as a wound,

but as a living love..

If you are grieving someone you love, may this remind you:

their light does not disappear.

It changes form.

And sometimes, it returns to you as something as simple ..

and as sacred …

as a flame.

🌹 Rose Temple Candle awaits a space in your sanctuary 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹..

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