for pagans and the wild ones

submit your suggestions and feelings about paganism, religion, and wild things. you can submit via message, ask, or submission.

[swordheld]

the world is just so alive. i go outside and the wind reminds me how to breathe, the branches sway in the breeze and my lungs leap to follow in tune, and it’s like i become bigger than myself - a leaf waltzing in the wind, the warm wood under the afternoon sun, the cool rain-damp dirt. everything becomes sharper in connection, in tandem, all of us humming to the same tune, falling into step.

[darkearthsuggestions]

Little green thing, you, the lines on your palm running as roots– you understand what it means to be part of the earth, in all its playful, steady wonder. Tiller of gardens, warden of weeds; you decide what will wonders spring will make and what shall be left to the teeth of slavering frost. do not forget to find a place for the bitter amongst the sweet; the thorn has as much right to the thistle as the bloom. 

[divineprisoner]

magic is real and I'm sorry you can't see it. magic is real and I'm sorry you can't sense it. magic is real and I'm sorry you can't hear it. magic is real and I'm sorry you can't feel it. magic is real and I'm sorry you don't believe it, despite it being all around you.

[mossy-suggestions]

may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.

[marmalade-cabin]

is this a curse or blessing?? either way lay it on me boys

[animatedamerican]

gimme the peat, boys, and free my soul

[tluthal]

how dare you leave that in the tags

[falanx]

hi im gonna make a Zine for pay what you want, about Appalachia like everything, reblog if u would be interested !!

[elsewhereuniversity]

It's common knowledge that, if you'd like a break, a long, possibly unending break, you may take a walk in the woods. Keep walking, till you grow tired. Then, you'll find a path of grass so soft and perfect it almost seems it was put there for you. Maybe it was. Feel free to rest, sleep, and wait until your rest becomes eternal, becoming one with the woods. Take a break, come to the woods. We'll be waiting.

[lunarisea]

that pre-storm feeling when the atmosphere is electric. when the tree leaves start making music. when the air is beginning to swirl and gain weight. it’s hard not to just sit back and watch mother nature dance

[ancientgreeksuggestions]

you don’t blame the gods for your misfortune

you pray for forgiveness

[ancientgreeksuggestions]

sing your way out of difficult situations

[ancientgreeksuggestions]

join the maenads!!

time: late

place: the woods

event: partyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!

[pagansuggestion]

you are loved by your Gods.

[pagansuggestion]

let your feet be feather-light. let your talons be sharp and your eyes piercing as gold. you can go wherever you must go.

[pagansuggestion]

I weave the fabric of my path from these strands: fire, forest, faith.

[inkskinned]

I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.

[pagansuggestion]

you hear the whisper of the olde gods in your ears at your darkest hour. they have not forgotten you.

@aqua-fae

[sicknare]

[pagansuggestion]

Always I am praying to the Wheel of the Year to bring me summer. Always I am praying to Gods of fire to keep me warm.