NATURE IS METAL!

he/him. aspiring druid. friendly lurker.

[willowgarden15]

Coelacanth! Again!

Inspired by @maggotmuncher0 's art style!

[bugthingsdaily]

do NOT get me drunk with my coworkers I'll start talking about the ethical dilemma of why we value the life of insects less than any other living thing and whether the line is drawn on size, intelligence, or both with the new hire

[bugthingsdaily]

Moth :3

moth!!!!!!

[woopikat]

Sharks!!! 🦈🌊

[sillyjayy]

Leaf Litter Lads!!

[jennsoups]

Fish Pond 🐟 - ig | bsky | x | coms | kofi | prints

[evenlyevi]

My beloved (Ixora)

[king-incarnadine]

We'll Make them Look Up

(A Gold-Spotted Eel and Mercury)

[jagalart]

sturgeon

[buriedpentacles]

When I say "connect with nature" I don't just mean the aesthetic forests with deer and beautiful flowers.

I mean the weeds growing through concrete, the fungus that grows on the rotten shed, the nettles that always seem to return and the scary, spindly cellar spider in the corner of the bathroom.

Nature is not always pretty or magical - the pigeons and seagulls you swat at are nature too, the wasps and flies that hover by your meals are animals too, store-bought strawberries and the leaves that fall from your neighbour's tree are not all that different from the Giant Sequoias and it's seeds.

If you want to connect and understand nature, I mean *really* connect to it, in it's entirety, you have to seek out and learn about the ugly, scary and mundane things as well. You don't have to like it, just don't forget that it's there.

[kroovv]

Flora and Fauna 🌿

[bedupolker]

sisters...

[mimieux0u0]

squishy little fellas 🐛

[mxmorbidmidnight]

Nazis will never be welcome in paganism. They have no space in our communities, we will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to nazis. You have no right to the cultures, gods and religions you hijack to spread your disgusting ideologies. You will find no refuge or comraderie amongst pagans.

Reblog to let nazis know they’re not welcome here.

[whatamibutabutteredcroissant]

One time, on a walk with my best friend, I found a bumblebee half-alive in the road. I picked it up and carried it all the way home because I wanted to revive it with sugar water. It dropped off my hand countless times, probably doubled the length of the walk home, but I persisted. On paper, what reason did I have to do that? Bees only live a few weeks, and its wing was a little torn up. It would probably die tomorrow anyway. But I think bees are cute, and I wanted to see if I could save it- I always remembered my mum telling me about my cousin who fed bees sugar water to revive them. I was only little but the act of kindness stuck with me.

So I brought the bee home, we named it Bixbee, and my best friend went inside and got me some sugar water and a teaspoon while I sat on their gravel driveway with Bixbee. It fell a few more times while we were just sitting quietly together- I don't think it wanted to live much, or maybe it was just confused by everything that was happening. But after practically drowning itself in a teaspoon of sugar water, its wings started to buzz. Then it lifted off my hand and fell straight to the ground again. A few sips later, it flew for a few feet. I took it to the lawn, and we cheered as it flew off into the bushes. It made my day to see that little guy thriving.

I'm reluctantly a pagan. All of it feels ridiculous, but I've had things happen to me that I can't explain, and felt kindness from something I feel I shouldn't even believe in. Often, I wonder why any god would choose to watch over me- I'm nothing, a speck of dust on the tapestry of humankind. But out of the countless bees I've come across, I interacted with that little bee just because it crossed my path and I enjoyed seeing it flourish, wanted it to be ok for no reason other than it being alive.

So maybe the eyes of something bigger than me landed on the form of some little punk, and thought "that's nice. I want it to live." Perhaps that big old life form wants to help this little broken bumblebee just because it can. I can understand that.

(Ramblings inspired by @fels-fantasy-hoard and their post about god-human dynamics as human-bug interactions. Thank you for the writing inspo!)

[edgy-druid]

so i don’t know how normal this is or if it’s a result of my own religious trauma but… do any other pagans feel like their faith falters EXTREMELY often?

i feel like my belief in the gods, or anything spiritual really, is always very thin. some days i feel so devoted to a deity i could cry just thinking of them, other times i scoff when i catch myself praying because it ‘doesn’t help anything.’ sometimes i swear a spell worked for its intended purpose, others i can’t even think of spellwork without an overwhelming wave of embarrassment. i can’t brush aside the feeling that ANY religious belief is going to fail me just like the christian church did.

is there any way to build trust in these entities i can’t see? when i can’t communicate, can’t sense their presence apart from my own mind? does anyone else feel this way?

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.