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my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted
do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar
This is quite possibly the best way I’ve heard to say “I dress how I want, deal with it” There needs to be more things like this
Paintings by Lindsey Kustusch
Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.
Annette Messager (via an-art-gallery)
reminder series: bleak yet comforting thoughts.
i specifically chose animals that are (or believed to be) extinct due to human influence: thylacine, great auk, baiji, west african black rhino, golden toad, dodo, passenger pigeon, and quagga. there are many other species i could have included. the plants are also based on extinct species, but i found much less information about extinct plants, unfortunately.
the text doesn’t necessarily relate to each animal or their extinction. it’s all basically the same idea: let’s all be nice to each other, because today, the universe is vast and incomprehensible, we are all suffering, we are all going to die, and we’re all in this together. for today.
i’m busy for a couple weeks with conventions, but after that i’m considering a companion series with ancient extinct animals, so feel free to send me your favorites :)
How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?
I ask myself this a lot. It helps me along my path, no matter what decisions I need to make.
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As an empath I find that I am prone to a debilitating form of Compassion Fatigue.
I cannot help but feel what other’s do when confronted with pressing social issues. They can be immensely hard to ignore and the times when I focus inwardly I find myself feeling like a bad human being.
Everyone should step outside of themselves and try to see as other’s do. It brings a richness to life that is satisfying. Those who make a point not to I consider to be a bane of society. Selfishness breeds negativity. Negativity is the enemy.
But is taking care of myself selfish? Is curating my dash so as to remove the majority of social justice posts a way to keep my head above water, or is it a way to bury my head on the sand. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Yes, and no. But the anger on Tumblr can be overwhelming. Everyone is angry about something. We all have pain and it seems all too many are too eager to inflict theirs on others in an attempt to relieve it.
That is nothing but toxic and will help nobody.
I want to hear about what is going on in the world. In a lot of ways Tumblr keeps me more connected than anyplace else I frequent. But overwhelmingly I see negativity. I see people shouting at one another and treating each other inhumanly. I see anger over inconsequential things.
I absorb that like a sponge. I have a hard time discerning what I agree with and what I don’t. Even when I shield myself it is difficult sometimes.
And so I choose to remove the influence. To do what I can to keep my tiny slice of the internet positive and spiritual, rather than angry and confusing.
Jesse, my love, is in a flow state. It is so interesting to watch him sit and create for hours on end, completely oblivious to the time passing around him,
It does not matter, because he is present and focused on his creation of beautiful soundscapes. He is immune to time because he decorates it. In this mindset he lives outside of time so he can manipulate it and coax it to do his bidding.
While he decorates time I try my best to decorate space. Pretty words, emotive colors, shapes, feelings, tangible objects that are steadfast in relation to time.
There are days I wish I was a time wizard like him. To be honest, I am afraid of time, like many of us are. It passes through my fingers like fine sand, minutes and seconds carried away in a gentle breeze, never to be seen again. I live moment to moment, hoping to preserve a small inkling of what has occurred, but I can never capture it all.
There are times it seems futile. I wish to drift in the flow of time, weightless and free like a melody on the wind. I wish to understand the innate nature of time itself. To play with it like a toy as he does, but I feel stuck in the past, the future, even just the now.
Bound by my own temporal reality.
I opened myself up last night by meditating with binaural frequencies and today I am full of words, words, words.
I am drawn to circles.
I don’t use them in my practice in the traditional sense. I don’t cast a circle when I begin a spell, as I don’t find it necessary for me. I prefer to embrace The Universe as it is, understanding both the positive and negative aspects of the experience.
There is something to be said for opening yourself up the the full range of experiences life has to offer. While I don’t curse I feel kindred to those who do because of this outlook. One cannot wholly prevent the negative, so it should be embraced, as it can empower you. Sometimes much more than the positive.
No, I am drawn to circles because I am drawn to cycles. I am becoming more and more profoundly aware of my own. I am drawn to circles because of their symmetry - it is a perfect kind, as you can flip it any direction you desire and it remains the same.
I strive for that symmetry in my practice. My sigils always have some form of symmetry to them. They do not feel whole or complete without them. I find that I draw strength from the sameness, as we are all very much the same, just as much as we are different.
I find similarities to be comforting. I seek out those with similar experiences when finding friends. Don’t we all? It is gratifying to have understanding - true, empathetic understanding - from those we love. A symmetrical relationship is one that is mutually beneficial if the right type of symmetry is found.
But when one mirrors the jagged edges of another soul they become more pronounced in both individuals. Aggression breeds aggression. Anxiety breeds anxiety. Hopelessness breeds hopelessness. Insecurity breeds insecurity.
It is the soft, round parts we should draw ourselves to. Empathy breeds empathy. Joy breeds joy. Insight breeds insight. Understanding breeds understanding.
Seek out those softer edges and mirror them. Create symmetry with the aspects that deserve reverence. It will balance the world in your favor.
I have a fear of being found out as my true self. I strive to keep my worlds separate. To let some know some parts of me and others know completely different parts. I only allow my wholeness to be glimpsed by my partner, my love. I strive to compartmentalize to fit myself into prescribed boxes dictated by society because I feel that the whole of my fits in none of them.
Doesn’t that indicate a problem with the boxes, rather than my wholeness?
Perhaps it is because I feel an ‘otherness’ about myself. One that only my love seems to understand and empathize with. (I will admit a reluctance to reach out to others who feel ‘otherness’ as there can be a very toxic mentality that goes with the feeling if it is taken in a certain light.) There is some unknowable part of me that feels foreign in this lifetime and does not understand the constructs of the time in which I live. They simply do not fit with my perception of the world.
Humans are all one, are they not?
Why do we treat them as different? There is simply no reason to, and yet we let fear rule our lives, dividing us both internally and as a species. We have allowed parts of ourselves to become severed from us. Distant and largely unknown.
I worry frequently, after growing up with incredibly intolerant people (mostly young men), that my sense of spirituality and oneness makes me absurd to the rest of humanity. I feel I am part of some smaller handful of folks who just simply see a different world. The world that could and, in my opinion, should be. Others seem to compromise so much more easily than I. (Or am I completely missing their internal struggles while focusing on my own?)
Are we Humans or are we Earthlings?
Is there a difference?
Relationships aren’t here to make us happy. They’re here to make us profoundly conscious.
Ekchart Tolle (via conscious-relationship)
I am overflowing with words I do not have.
Adam Falkner (via psych-facts)
It's like 75 out and there's a lovely temperate little drizzle of rain and its just wonderful. But then the bus is being air conditioned and its FREEZING BUTT ASS COLD. Whyyy?
I want to know the unknowable.
me: *points to space* !!!!!!
friend: ????
me: *points to space more violently* !!!!!!!!!
