#hellenisimos

[sunshine--rose]

Prayer to Aphrodite for Aphrodisia 🌹🌊

Mother from the ocean, common to all people, I thank you for your blessings and your presence.

Thank you, mother from the waves, for watching over me and sheltering me in the storm.

Thank you for guiding me from the darkness to a place of love and light.

Thank you, Aphrodite, born from sea foam and blood, for the gifts you give and the love you bring to this world.

I strive to make you proud. 💖

[dysnomiashearth]

Where Dysnomia lives

Dysnomia is beside protesters in the streets, beside those wounded and beside those fighting.

Dysnomia is beside people seeking abortions, standing with them against the crowds that call them murderers.

Dysnomia is beside people of all walks as they stand together under their flags at pride, screaming we are here. We will always be here. We will not hide.

Dysnomia is beside activists at rallies, lending her voice to their cause and fighting beside them for their rights.

Dysnomia is beside artists and musicians and writers, watching with pride as they create undeniably human, undeniably revolutionary art.

Dysnomia is in I love you's between friends, holding hands with people you love and defending those you care about.

Dysnomia is in the tremor of voices as they name the things that have hurt them.

She is in cries of outrage, cries of rebellion and revolution and rejection of a system that leaves no room for you.

She is in love for your friends and for yourself, compassion and support for those forgotten and left behind.

She is in your reflection and your heartbeat when you find a way to give yourself the same kindness you would give a loved one.

She is in rejection of diet culture, of heteronormativity, of white supremacy.

She is in the hands and hearts of a new generation that will bring change about through force of will and rage and love alone.

She is furious and she is lawless and she is kind to those who the law stands against.

Dysnomia is justice, equality, the power of taking up arms and words shaped like bullets and saying no more, no more.

Dysnomia is the lawless lady, the grinning rebel, the weeping, raging goddess of those swept aside.

Dysnomia is here, in your heart. She is there, in your friend's voice.

She is everywhere, and she will always find those in need.