#heritages

[malioli]

Mirror of Ozalj

Above the quiet river the old castle keeps watch.

Clouds drift slowly through the sky and through the water.

For a moment the world becomes two worlds — one above, one reflected.

And time moves softly between them.

[crazycatsiren]

Really we're all just here, walking our paths, following the footsteps of our ancestors, reclaiming the ancient practices of our people and vibing.

[curiousescapes-blog]

St. John's Maroon Church is a Methodist church located in Maroon Town , it is one of the oldest churches in Freetown. The Jamaican Maroons were men, women and children, originating from the Gold Coast in Africa, who had surrendered at the end of the Second Maroon War in Jamaica . . They had been deported to Nova Scotia by the colonial authorities in 1796. They settled down in an area that became known as Maroon Town. The Maroons gradually gave up their African beliefs and converted to Christianity. . In 1820, they received a grant of land between Percival and Liverpool Street in Maroon Town. Uncomfortable worshiping in Nova Scotian chapels, a group led by Charles Shaw Harding built St. John's Maroon Church in 1822. It is a small white building surrounded by a low white wall. To Live is to travel #Live #Love #Laugh #Travel #landofmybirth #blacklivesmatter #history #heritages #africanheritage #thisissierraleone #sunday #church #sierraleone #krio #creole #slavery #slavecave #atlantic #atlanticocean #freetown #arountheworld #earthpix #archives #jamaica #methodist (at St. John's Maroon Church) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvGjICdFj00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1k1cogf5m3xn2

[axelle-art-production]

Mumbai High court. #axellearts #axelleart #mumbai #mumbai❤ #highcourt #mumbaifrommylens #buildingart #heritages #indians (at Mumbai, India)

[malioli]

"Stari grad Dubovac"

[malioli]

Uprizorenje Seljačke bune 2024

Staging of the Peasant Revolt (Seljačka buna) "Seljačka buna" is a historical event from 1573, where the peasants, dissatisfied with their

[crazycatsiren]

Thinking about how much of the culture, traditions, and spiritualities of my motherland I have been reclaiming and am still reclaiming is both comforting and disquieting, if I'm going to be completely honest for a moment here.

Things I should never have had to leave behind, parts of my identity I should never have had or felt the need to shed.

How many pieces of myself have I had to chip away and tuck into the back of a drawer? How much of my being have I had to cover up?

Even as I said to myself, "no more of this", did I really know, just how much there was that I needed to get back?