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lookin for my twin flame. hmu if we’ve meet 1000s of years ago & have hung out every subsequent lifetime since. missing you

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“You can never really go back to the same waters. Not only are you no longer the same, but neither are the waters you left. The current has changed. The elements of nature have affected the stream. When you return, although it appears the same, it really is a different river and you are a different person. Therefore, you cannot cross the same river twice.”

— Alice Walker

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Alice Walker, The Same River Twice: Honoring the Difficult

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Back to school

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“You can never really go back to the same waters. Not only are you no longer the same, but neither are the waters you left. The current has changed. The elements of nature have affected the stream. When you return, although it appears the same, it really is a different river and you are a different person. Therefore, you cannot cross the same river twice.”

— Alice Walker

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Alice Walker, The Same River Twice: Honoring the Difficult

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“For the witch of pre-modern times, the hedgerow served both as a pharmacy and as a larder, and indeed, no modern witch can advance very far in the craft without at least a gastronomic intimacy with its hips and haws, its sloes and bullaces and crabs. More importantly still, it has always been a magical and poetic inspiration. Whether viewed in spring, when the hawthorn tips punctuate the winter browns with vivid greens, at the height of summer, when the foliage is milk-splashed with elderflowers, in autumn, when every bough is burdened with ripening fruits, both healthful and baneful, or even in winter, when the hedgerow is a gaunt skeleton of plashed boughs, dormant, leafless branches and forbidding, criss-crossed thorns, the living hedgerow is the place where nature and nurture are in equilibrium. In a modern age in which people span the globe in search of the mystical, the witch affirms that the otherworld is never further away than the nearest hedge.”

— Giles Watson, A Witch’s Natural History, pg. 117 (via blackthornwren)