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@willyoucallthespirits
rejoice in phoebus’ light! son of leto, slayer of python, we thank thee for your blessings. artists, musicians, diviners, people of all kinds, find solace within your domain. your generosity knows no bounds, blessed paean and plaguer. may your light extend above all, bathing the world in your grace. praise be lord apollon!
hey if anybody needs a reminder that it's going to be okay, this is it. hope is an action we take even when we feel defeated, we are never alone. this earth is vast and there is room for you here. keep going. rest. open the door to sunlight and possibilities. bundle up against the winter storm. you'll be alright, okay? together, okay?
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.
I hope you like it :]
what a beautiful horrible thing to feel so much
Mary Oliver, from “Green, Green is My Sister's House”, A Thousand Mornings
sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else
This was in Sioux Falls South Dakota! The green sky is caused by large hail stones within the storm refracting back green light to the observer.
More pics from that day
just because youre made of stardust & other gay shit doesnt mean that a bug isnt. be nice to a bug today
This same thing for “divine incest”. I see this every time any primordial pantheon is discussed.
“But he’s her dad! But they’re siblings! But she’s his aunt!”
They’re Gods.
You mean the sky and the land gave birth to the sea? You mean love and war are eternally connected? You mean rain and clouds are lovers? You mean to tell me that the stars and sky were married? and the sea and the air created mist together?
Yeah. Probably. When we’re talking about ancient deities that literally represent the functions of the natural world, the deities that literally created the cosmos at the beginning of time, yeah, there’s probably going to be a bit of divine incest. Gods aren’t human, and their myths are usually metaphors. Incest among divine primordial beings cannot be held to the same moral standards as incest between human beings.
If I hear one more “Well Zeus and Hera are gross and wrong for that, well Ares and Aphrodite are technically siblings so that’s problematic, but Hades was her uncle” I’m gonna open fire.
“hades kidnapped persephone and demeter was mean and punished the earth”
you mean death took a child away from her mother? in a time where not many babies made it to adulthood? and then a grieving mother did exactly as expected, she grieved? yeah.
Books are expensive, Hermes thinks learning about your religion should be free.
They're just the basics and only a few, but feel free to ask me to add anything and I'll try my best!
I opened this and audibly GASPED??? This is a beautiful collection and I have saved it all
Thank you so much!! Blessed be and Praise Hermes!
Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong
some little reminders i needed today <3
@lilcowgirl7 \ anaïs nin mirages: the unexpurgated diary: 1939-1947 \ jeanette winterson why be happy when you could be normal? (via @weltenwellen) \ @sunsbleeding \ dante émile it’s winter, i’m not in love yet but i’d like to be \ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: “january 2, 1912” (via @dailykafka) \ sheryl st. germain going home: new orleans \ mary oliver dream work: “wild geese” (via @lesbianherstorian) \ @inkskinned \ bryan washington visitor (via @typewriter-worries) \ nia vardalos tiny beautiful things (via @julykings) \ ada limón the hurting kind: “it’s the season i often mistake” (via @firstfullmoon) \ lev st. valentine there’s this game i play every morning (via @darkerthanerebus) \ raymond carver rain (via @figtreeification) \ anis mojgani songs from under the river: “here i am” (via @saintsebastiensbf)
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it is spring, my dearest friends! spring, the most beloved! gone with the old and stale and sick - in with the new, the unexpected, the deserved!
new beginnings, new friendships, new loves, new things to learn and new opportunities to grow, might they all pour down upon you like warm, life-giving rain. might spring fill your heart with joy and life like crocuses and marsh marigolds - make it bloom, courageously, against any odds and any tricks of fate.
might sweetest spring soothe any grief and any rage - and help us turn them into something soft and quick like skylarks in the bright, reborn skies.
I hope you'll feel alive this equinox, and carry that joy with you throughout the whole year!
i love this website i Hope we all Make It
Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004
[Text ID: “Any fear, any / memory will do; and if you’ve . got a heart at all, someday / it will kill you”]
Your now is not your forever. Things will change in ways you can't predict or imagine.
