Sionnachín

Cailleach agus léitheoir tarot. I just post about what I like; nature, paganism, crafts and art. I'm a hereditary witch that works with tarot, crystals and plants. I incorporate nature and religion into my craft. I'm polytheist in that I'm both Catholic and Pagan. Tá na crainn mo bhaile. Comfort / Nature / Herbalism / Flora / Fauna / Main Blog

[priveting]

[landscape-lunacy]

Bayern, Germany - by Michael Kagerer

[darkearthsuggestions]

you may be rotten, but that does not mean that you are unwanted. Fungi cling to your sides like a kit to its mother and adoring trails of insects caress your bark like a lover. Birds rest inside your hollow trunk during the storm, and you provide the nest of two foxes intertwined like an ouroboros, lost in the haze of spring. to them you are still wanted; to them you are still needed; rotting or no, to them you make a home.

[quiet-nymph]

[llovinghome]

[woollyjumper-deactivated2022032]

I've been embroidering stars

[strawberey]

I’m off to the woods ! It’s been too long, I need to sit in a creek and forget some things.

[mermaidastrology]

You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Quotes that represent Capricorn

(via mermaidastrology)

[yasamdan-deactivated20200724]

[nicoletteclarailes]

witchery with christina of treadwell’s by nicolette clara iles

[rabbitinthemeadow]

A soft and breathy melody, labored and dripping with the sweetness of nectar // Part 8

[dun-scathach]

Dùn Chàrlabhaigh, Leòdhas, Outer Hebrides.

This is one of the best preserved Iron Age Brochs in Scotland. It’s entered by a single low heavily-defended doorway with a guard chamber to one side. There are two further chambers at ground level within the massive thickness of the walls, and a stone-built staircase which rises between the inner and outer walls, giving access to the upper levels.

Although the broch appears to have been long roofless and uninhabited, a well-known local story demonstrates that it remained an important landmark and place of regime. The Morrisons had stolen cattle from the MacAulays in a raid and took refuge in the broch until the danger of reprisal had passed. However they met a fearful end when Donald Cam MacAulay managed to climb the sheer outer face of the drystone inserting his dirks between the stones and throwing burning heather down on them.

[alraunahomestead]

Jonna Jinton

[flwrfaerie]

met this beauty when i was on a walk

[rabbitinthemeadow]

A quiet invocation, surrendering in loam // Part 8

[matchbox-mouse]

Day in Cypress Falls! It was rainy and lovely and covered in moss. Shot a roll of film, fingers crossed that it turns out!

[unokmindent]