i dunno what this is

thinspo and cute stuff i like 

[skinnyromantic]

brandy melville / soft girl

[wishingwellfairytales]

Celtic faery tradition is full of tales of ‘glamourie’, a Scottish word meaning illusion. It was believed that faeries had the power to cast a 'glamour’ over the senses, so that things did not appear as they actually were. The word is in fact a variation of 'gramarye’, from which derives 'grammar’, for spells of enchantment have much to do with the spelling of words. The spell of glamourie could only be broken by a four-leaf clover  or by the application of faery ointment to the eyes - Mara Freeman

[brigantias-isles]

The Traveller’s Joy Fairy ❀

by Cicely Mary Baker

[vinkandpaint]

[zongoh]

[pastel-saphic]

[spitblossoms]

[llovinghome]

[momentsbeforemass]

If only

If only              .

We fill in the blank in a thousand different ways. If only I could visit my friends. If only we could go out for dinner. If only we could take a vacation. If only I could go to work.

No matter how we fill in the blank, they’re all really just ways of wishing for something we used to have. Or something we wish we had. Or something we never had. Regardless, we don’t have it right now.

Really, it’s a little way of grieving for what we’ve lost to the coronavirus.

It’s understandable. It’s okay to grieve. Because all of us have lost something to it. Some of us have even lost someone to it.

Those losses? They’re the kind of losses that put us in an “if only” state of mind.

A state of mind in which we can easily get stuck looking off in the distance. Whether it’s to a past we’ve lost. Or to a future that may never come. Or a bit of both.

Looking off in the distance isn’t the problem. It’s getting stuck. Putting all of our hopes, our dreams, our plans, our willingness to be who God created us to be – off there, in the distance.

Whether it’s a backward looking “I wish I still could…” Or a forward looking “when we get out of this, I’m going to…”

It leaves our life – and God’s purpose for our life – for another day. One lost long ago and never to come again. Or one off in the future that may never get here. Which means that it that comes at a price.

Where we get stuck looking off in the distance, it comes at the price of now. It comes at the price of discarding the only moment that God has given to us. The only moment that we ever own. This present one.

Which is why now, more than ever, we need to heed that voice of the Spirit. That impulse to live out God’s call for our lives where we are. Not waiting for the big moment when everything is just right. But in the small context of today.

In truth, that’s the only way God’s call for our lives ever can be lived. With or without the coronavirus.

Don’t pine for the past. Don’t wait for the future.

Use what God has given you for this day. To do what God is calling you to do. Now.

As St. Catherine of Siena put it, “To the servant of God every place us the right place, and every time is the right time.”

Today’s Readings

[zongoh]

[wordsfallapart]

my constant state of being:

give me soup give me soup give me soup give me soup 

please note i am feral for the soup (and true form arc)

[llovinghome]

[anime-bite]

[sweetgrassbraids-deactivated202]

lunchtime w/ saint froggy 

[strawberriesandcreamkid]

WHY THE HELL ARE THERE NO BLOGS EXCLUSIVELY ABOUT SOUP

I want a regular influx of soup on my feed but all the posts about soup come from blogs that post other stuff and I don't like the other foods I just want soup

[brattylikestoeat]

[yyorkwest]

I couldn’t find a Christmas version of this meme, so I made one myself.