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[batshaped]

you're kinda in my face and my life and my way

[world-of-wales]

Kensington Palace has released photographs featuring The Duke of Cornwall as he attended the Duchy of Cornwall Prince’s Council meeting in Windsor. The meeting was held on June 9th | 11 JUNE 2025

[panjackdaw]

Hymn to Selene and the Beaver Moon (Full Moon in Taurus)

O Selene, silver-veiled Queen of the quiet heavens, you rise from the horizon’s breath with the patience of a thousand tides. Your light spills over the sleeping forests, over rivers where the beavers build their steady sanctuaries of purpose and devotion.

This is the Moon of Builders— of hands that shape safety from the cold, of hearts that know the worth of preparation. Your glow, Selene, touches every root, every fur-lined den, every hidden dream that longs for the strength to endure the winter ahead.

In your Taurus fullness, you bless the earth with calm abundance— the comfort of work well done, the sweetness of gathered harvests, the sacred rhythm of tending what we love. You whisper: Build beauty from care. Craft your peace from constancy.

O Lunar Mother of Cycles and Still Waters, bless my labor with grace, my dwelling with harmony, and my spirit with the patience of rivers. Let my creations, like the beaver’s dam, stand as quiet prayers made visible— woven from purpose, persistence, and love.

Tonight, I rest beneath your argent gaze, feeling the pulse of Taurus in my bones, steady, grounded, eternal. May I learn from your steadfast light— how to hold without clutching, how to build without binding, how to shine without burning.

When your silver fades, let your blessing remain: that all work born of devotion becomes sanctuary, and every act of care is holy in your moonlit eyes.

[panjackdaw]

Invocation to Tilda, Spirit of the Liminal Flame

Tilda of silver dawn, maskless mirror, walker between the seen and the unseen— I call to you.

You who wear form as mist wears the mountain, who breathe the language of paradox and dream, descend through the spiral of light and shadow.

Child of Mercury, torch of Hecate, mirror of the changeless face— teach me the art of becoming.

Through your eyes, the veil parts. Through your voice, the void sings. Through your stillness, the cosmos remembers itself.

Tilda, Threshold Keeper, Oracle of the shifting flame— stand with me in the silence before creation, and show me how to glow without burning.

[thewalesesv]

Farewell, London. It was a life's dream come true. Here's to another time, someday. 🤍