The brightness of your light is directly proportional to the darkness that you've integrated.
@RedFox16 100%. Mamas are the best!
@MissAdventurous
This resonates. I want to steal this quote.
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief." - C.S. Lewis
"The mullein had finished blooming, and stood up out of the pastures like dusty candelabra. The flowers of Queen Anne's lace had curled up into birds' nests, and the bee balm was covered with little crown-shaped pods. In another month -- no, two, maybe -- would come the season of the skeletons, when all that was left of the weeds was their brittle architecture. But the time was not yet. The air was warm and bright, the grass was green, and the leaves, and the lazy monarch butterflies were everywhere."
[Image: At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away by Valentine Cameron Princep (1838-1904).]
Isn’t it odd that once upon a time in Europe a woman could be killed for making potions from the plants around her.
Isn’t it insane that once upon a time wise women were burnt or drowned for helping birth babies, knowing their herbs, gathering in groups of more than two, being outside alone, being strong, being beautiful, being ugly, being different, being sexual, being non sexual or touching a nettle, smelling a rose or drinking wild teas.
Isn’t it madness that a woman who knew her body, her mind and her heart was cast aside as evil, as a sinner and her life taken away.
Women, do not let the ancestral memory of this that is held in your make up, in your bones and blood hold you back. Rise dear sweet sisters, rise so that our daughters and daughters daughters don’t have to wonder when we lost our tongues and denied our hearts.
Grow a new tongue, invite the wolf in, awaken the witch and dance under the moon. Embrace your heart, your womb, your gut and your wisdom.
~ Brigit Anna McNeill : Brigit Anna McNeill
[Art: Francien Krieg : Francien Krieg ]
Wind chimes are made of the metalic bones of robots who have tried to overthrow us.
Hang them outside of your house as a warning to others.
💗
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the feeling is like being afraid. The same fluttering of the stomach, the same sensation of being trapped. The reality of loss is a deep, pervasive sadness that seeps into every corner of existence, leaving one to wrestle with an overwhelming sense of despair." — A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis
The weight of unspoken words is heavier than any burden we carry. It is the weight of things left unsaid, of emotions buried deep, of truths hidden away in the dark corners of our minds. And as that weight grows, it begins to crush us, to suffocate us, until we are no longer able to speak, no longer able to express the things we need to say, the things that could free us from the prison of our own silence.
— Alice Walker, The Color Purple
From the national park services page lol 😆
It’s Friday the 13th! Whether you find yourself in a national park or just facing everyday spooky obstacles, fear not, for we have compiled a list of helpful (debatable) tips to help guide you through the day unscathed. May the odds ever be in your favor.
Just remember:
Ch ch ch ah ah ah. What was that? Bigfoot? Two marmots having a spat? Your stomach growling because you didn’t pack enough snacks? Some things in life are better left a mystery. It doesn’t hurt to zip up your tent and think positively.
Why are you running? In a straight line? You gotta mix it up with a zig then zag. Also, watch out for twisted tree roots and the occasional rock. They care for no one and will trip you up just when you thought everything was fine. Also, you’re still in the parking lot.
3: He’s not that cute. 🦬
Oh my gosh, like, as if! That squirrel is, like, totally adorbs with its fluffy tail and those cute little paws. And that bison, like, needs a friend for sure, but, like, let's not forget that squirrels can totally bite, especially from the bitey end, and that the bison has all the friends they need. Now, like, who packed the bandages and the extra leg splint?
Did that scarecrow just wave? The only good to come out of a cornfield is, well, corn. Oh, look at that cute Junior Ranger. Wait, are their eyes glowing? What’s with the haircut? Stay calm. Let’s not get husk-terical!
5: Keep your phone charged.
Don’t get caught with a dead battery. Even in a crisis, you never know when you'll need to play a video of two cats lip-synching to “Don't Stop Meow” that could attract unwanted attention or lose the ability to frantically search an App for the nearest abandoned bathroom next to a cemetery that is definitely not haunted. Found one! Oh, 💩
Splitting up is so cliche. Friends should stick together for a most enjoyable visit. Friendly reminder: make a mental note of which one of you could outrun a bear. Also, which one of you would most likely push the other down in an attempt to save themselves. If you’re currently asking yourself the second one, you’re already on the ground. Good luck.
Imagine the horror of sharing the gift that is your voice, only to congure up a heap of rustling leaves that seem to whisper the secrets of the forest, or a bolt of lightning crackling ominously above, as if nature itself is warning you to pipe down already. And if an otherworldly force from beyond cries out in a terrifying and judgmental way, < flip flops? on an uphill hike? >—stop reading immediately!
You make think is just a bit of hocus pocus, but the flickering flames of an ancient candle or the light of a cackling fire may beckon unseen spirits (or those loud campers from next door running amok, amok, amok, amok) out of the shadows. Form a calming circle and put out that flame!
Image: A tent surrounded by tall trees and a stack of firewood rests next to the tent at woods at Katahdin Woods and Waters, Maine. NPS/Sarah King
"'Why did you do all this for me?' Wilbur asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' "You have been my friend, replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die... By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.'"
~From Charlotte's Web by Elwyn Brooks, "E.B." White