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Happy Summer Solstice to all who celebrate or mark this day in some way, may it be beautiful and wonderful 🌿✨💚✨🌿
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This Pouches & Coin Purses item is sold by LeisurelyLoops. Ships from Manning, SC. Listed on Jun 21, 2023
I have some new Tarot/Oracle card bags listed in my Etsy store if anyone is in the market for one.
saw you're taking requests, maybe something for Aset or Sobek-Ra?
O' Sobek-Ra,
Sun upon the Waters,
I wade through your rivers,
and bask in the coolness of your streams.
You stalk my ka,
the submerged predator,
keeping my legs firmed and aware,
for whatever may occur.
Photography by Xuebing Du
Instagram: xuebing.du
i am scared to open myself up to others. i am an orange left on a bench, hoping someone might come along before i rot, fearing they'll take their hands to my peel and rip me open. maybe there's rot inside me already.
The point of fruit is not to sit, tight-skinned and trembling, on the ground. It is to rot, to be consumed, to free its seeds to grow. As the bees come to buzz, sugar drunk and musical, around the place where you have fallen to the earth, remember that rot is not the end. You will fall, you will fall apart, and then you will become.
I will love you like the lichen, tracing slow and gentle up your back-- and I will love you like river moss, soft-brush-springing at your pulse-- and I will love you like grass and the saplings and the serpent-sweet-canes, flush with winding, twining life. I'll give you seeking, rooting, the kind of growing that makes our love a home. I'm afraid you'll have to get used to all my little loves— but you always did look good in green.
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As a way to get back in touch with myself, my body and my gods, I've decided to take up pole dancing. I think it'd be a fun way to stay in shape and seems like a very Hethert activity.
Rest. 12.10.21
Awkward hello again!
It's been a minute I know. I apologize to anyone that messaged me forever ago that I didn't respond to.
Life has been one challenge after the other and I haven't been able to catch my breath.
Tw: animal death
Tw: cancer/cancer scare, bone break
3 weeks ago I woke up with an awful pain in my left side, right under the bra line. I thought I pulled a muscle and waited for it to get better. After 3 days it still hurt when I breathed deeply so I went to an urgent care to find out why it still hurt. They did an xray and I had a rib fracture. I have had no trauma, no long term steroid use, absolutely no reason at all for my rib to crack like that.
I know that one of the top reason for unexplained fractures is tumors, so I was worried. I scheduled a visit with my primary care doc who scheduled a CT scan for me. She told me it's a high probability it could be cancer, since nothing else made sense. We did lab work which was normal, but a lot of cancers don't show up in routine lab work. She told me she'd rather me hear that now and have time to digest that rather than hearing it if something showed up on the scan. She said that way if it isn't cancer, you'll be relieved but if it is you'll be prepared. I am grateful for that because she's right, I would have freaked out.
I spent the next week contemplating my mortality as I waited for my CT scan. I was kinder to others, tried not to be so judgemental because it didn't seem to matter anymore. All the little things that pissed me off so much didn't bother me at all, they seemed insignificant in the face of looming death. In between bouts of anxiety filled crying fits, I tried to enjoy as much as I could. I savored and was grateful for the hugs from my husband, the cuddles from my pup, the talks with my mom and brother, sunrises, my food, my job, nature, everything. I made up my mind that no matter the results of my scan, I would continue to live this way.
I got my scan today and was worried but at peace, I was prepared no matter the result. Thank the gods they found no lesions or abnormalities in my chest. It's not cancer. My time isn't cut short yet. I was walking in a used bookstore when I got the notification of the report. I cried from relief. I'm still in tears of happiness.
This cancer scare has changed my life. I have vowed to the Netjeru to live my life fully. To be kind, to be present, to be grateful. You truly don't know when it's your time, so make the most of what time you have. I will enjoy every moment and see each day as a gift, no matter if I wake up happy or in tears of sadness.
Every breath is a blessing.
Dua Netjeru!
“Take all the time you need to heal emotionally. Moving on doesn’t take a day. It takes a lot of little steps to be able to break free of your broken self.”
— Unknown
Afflicted with a rural curse.
the beauty and mystery of Old Gods is that there is no divine versus earthly. no great divide between the mortal world and the raw divinity of Old Ones. they are not strangers, judging us from their seclusion - they are here, and now, and closer than you’d think.
they are divine and they are earthly. they are far away and they are close. body and spirit both unite in worship, and neither is sinful.
the strike of lighting is followed by a feast of drinking and dancing. the echo of bears in old rivers of the mountains is followed by a mysterious whisper that no man could have uttered and that sends shivers down your very core.
sometimes the sky feels more familiar than the damp earth we walk on, and the soul that will fly away with birds into the everlasting spring is heavier than the mortal flesh.