Free and Wild like the Wind!

The day is slowly fading into night and changing from a bright blue sky into a dusty grey that will soon be black satin studded with sparkling stars. Fresh yellow flowers grace the room surrounded by candle light. Air fresh with rain breezes in softly from the open window and I sit in the middle of it all. books spread out about me and a bag of peppermint herbs just out of reach. The glow of the candles against their glass holders illuminate the room in a subtle beauty i haven't seen in a long long time. They burn an ach for the ancient times and I long to be free and wild like the wind, dancing along a large balefire, singing and holding hands with all i love. Through the window a gust of wind pushes my curls against my face and I think maybe I really was there, free and wild like the wind and maybe just maybe I will be there again………………. Someday.

[reclaimingthegoddess]

I always felt homesick for a place I wasn't existed. I tried but never felt as though I was in the right place. Then you came an I realize home was not a place but a person. Now your gone and I know I'll never be home

[reclaimingthegoddess]

Siren Lullaby: I promise I won't let you drown, I promise that my sea will simply wash against you. slow and gentle, mad and passionate but always frothy with love. I promise to caress your rough edges and smooth them over one sweet kiss at a time I promise not to let you down I promise that my sea will stay crystaline and warm as you search my depths for treasure I promise you will find it and my currents will rock you back to shore with your heart filled with gold and your feet dancing in my tides I promise to meet your salty tears with every wave, every pull of the moon and wrap your wounds with green seaweed and my lips And when the storm comes hither I will tuck you in a cove warmed by the fire we created in my womb and I will churn and churn and churn for you.

[silenceformysoul]

[silenceformysoul]

Anna and Elena Balbusso - Hamlet, Power and Ambition in Shakespeare

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith  (via simply-quotes)

[dennybitte]

beauty in the dark

by Denny Bitte

[leelooinasylum]

[ambiguousdog]

This is the money butt.

It only appears every 124078932423 posts. Reblog in 12 minutes, and money will make its way to you in the next 48 hours.

[corncobjelly]

money butt god bless

[brownbabysugar]

MONEY BUTT. IM HERE FOR THIS.

[gooseronipizza-deactivated20170]

I can get with this program

[violentwanderlust-deactivated20]

I mean I can’t risk it

[octbrbabe-deactivated20200502]

I only have $3 so might as well

[pushups-n-strokes-deactivated20]

I need money fam

[whyher-words-deactivated2016092]

Can never get mad at booty

[lowkey2lowkey-blog]

[bando--grand-scamyon]

Let’s get dis money…

[captivatingcataclysm]

[reclaimingthegoddess]

For Caitlyn Ann

Magic words and Fairy dust

will give you courage if it must

but hidden deep within yourself

there you’ll find a hefty wealth

of love & joy & faith to be strong

Should ever your path be dark or long

Keep a pocket filled with your mothers laughter

and should solace ever be what your after

Release her voice into the wind

then sing & dance & spin & spin

Always let your heart be free

May you view the world in all it’s majesty

as a place to make your dreams come true

a place to grow into unique, incredible, beautiful you!

By Stephanie Cavoli

[reclaimingthegoddess]

I put your heart in a mason jar; Set it on fire and blew the ashes into the wind

S.cavoli (via reclaimingthegoddess)

[reclaimingthegoddess]

scent in the night

I tried to run away, tried to get away from you, but your scent has been burned into my skin, a musky amber tattooed upon my flesh and settling deep within my lungs. You are all wrong for me, a bubbling catastrophe of your own cliche. You are passion incarnate limited only by your own low low standards. You are cocaine flying on the winds of methamphetamine dreams. And your soul is as dark, and twisted, and as primal and perfect as the screaming words you turn into melody. I’ve spent days, months, even years without you hoping your memory would disappear but too often in the darkness of the night all I can smell is your sweet sweat intermingled with mine

s.cavoli

[reclaimingthegoddess]

off a distant mountain

past a misty shore

under a sky of burnt umber

brushed with a luminous gold ochre

down a road of river rocks

around a lush jade glen

by a brook of Athena’s tears

you can see her now and then

Hair like silver moon beams

shimmering from the sky

loose around her head it falls

not braided, pinned, nor tied.

lips of crimson soft and plump

her eyes a brilliant green

dancing ‘round the fire pit

is often where shes seen

dazzle her with sentiment

no nonsensical stoic pride

because she shall find the secrets

you try so desperately to hide

blow a kiss in her direction

and if your lucky you will find

that  all your dreams and aspirations

will come to you in time!

s.cavoli

[reclaimingthegoddess]

She came to me and sang:

Look to the Moon if you ever miss me

I’ll be dancing there at night

silver rays will be my ballgown

sparkling stars my crown of light

use the darkness for protection

follow your heart into the sky

happiness shall fall around you

admist peace where dreamers lie

Don’t wake the ones who don’t believe

they will find thier path in time

and if you know just what your after

call to Me in gentle Rhyme

For I have been here all along

waiting, dancing my words your song

Look to the Moon if you ever miss Me

Oh I shall be dancing there at night

S.cavoli

[reclaimingthegoddess]

“Lavendar and sandlewood a pinch of ginger and if you could, pass it through the candles flames softly chanting her sacred names By southern fires, and east’s winds of wise, By northern rocks, and west’s cool tides She blesses you with grace and sprite Happiness and love and light! ”

Her Blessings, BY: S. cavoli (via reclaimingthegoddess)

[intheheartofautumn]

[silvaris]

photoshoot loosely based on Waterhouse’s Lady of Shalott painting by  Tricia Fountaine

[reclaimingthegoddess]

I want to lay you down...............

And the wind blows this perfect rhythm against the trees shaking their waking spring limbs in an ancient sensual dance, I want to lay you down in the green green of the grass and climb upon you. Moisten every blade with our own dew and rock to the motion of that wind, catching our breath with the rhythm of those trees and flowing as one shining orb of life energy burning….burning like a flying ember into the sky. I want you bare and beneath me, my weight pushing you into the earth forcing you to almost become part of the dirt. My hair; molten, like liquid sunshine spilling across your face as we release and suddenly as we breath in the air and let our senses come back about us we realize : its the breeze through the trees, the rock & rhythm of the earth that has indeed synced up to US.

[reclaimingthegoddess]