Jeanne d'Arc by Antonin Mercié

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Jeanne d'Arc by Antonin Mercié
Actually astonished at how accurate this is. It really is in that order. Currently learning how to listen to my intuition.
if someone gifted me a sword or a dagger , i’d simply love them for eternity
My husband has gifted me both a dagger and a katana. When he gave me the dagger it was also with flowers he hand picked me.
I truly believe being able to name the world around you is integral to animism. learn the names of plants and flowers. learn how the rocks and soil you walk over daily form. sit with the streams and rivers, learn where they flow to and from. learn the names others have given, and give them your own as well. animism is interconnectedness, and one simple step is learning the names of your neighbors
I just pray for softness in all areas of my life.
no matter what happened today, you:
are loved
deserve to eat
are needed & valued
should take care of yourself
have a future
will be okay
— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft
it was you.
by lianamodonova
Drove to Colorado with my boyfriend and his dog
Julia de Burgos, from a poem titled "That You Love Me," featured in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems
You literally just have to get really good at continuing.
Gaudi’s Bellesgaurde Tower
crossfaded on what no longer is and what remains to be seen
Sleeping Muse
By Misha Frid