trail of footprints

Pada means foot or part of a poem and implies a step or passage in the course of one's spiritual or holistic life. Padajna is to know these sacred footprints, and pada-viya is the trail left by the pada journey.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms -Sappho, fragment 52

Me: witchy, feminist, perfumer, curator, writer, former circus girl. reading poetry, studying dreams, exploring forests, reading tea leaves, watching birds, talking to the moon. curled up with tea & blankets.

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kurtshappinessisblaine:

Art History Meme | [7/9] Paintings

<p↳ Abbey Among Oak Trees, Caspar David Friedrich, 1809-1810

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ancient-mesopotamia:

The figure could be an aspect of the goddess Ishtar, Mesopotamian goddess of sexual love and war, or Ishtar’s sister and rival, the goddess Ereshkigal who ruled over the Underworld, or the demoness Lilitu, known in the Bible as Lilith. The plaque probably stood in a shrine. 
Old Babylonian era, 1800-1750 BCE, from southern Iraq (place of excavation is unknown), Mesopotamia, Iraq. (The British Museum, London).

ancient-mesopotamia:

The figure could be an aspect of the goddess Ishtar, Mesopotamian goddess of sexual love and war, or Ishtar’s sister and rival, the goddess Ereshkigal who ruled over the Underworld, or the demoness Lilitu, known in the Bible as Lilith. The plaque probably stood in a shrine. 

Old Babylonian era, 1800-1750 BCE, from southern Iraq (place of excavation is unknown), Mesopotamia, Iraq. (The British Museum, London).

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retrogasm:

I always wanted a love like the Addams’

retrogasm:

I always wanted a love like the Addams’

"Six mistakes [human]kind keeps making century after century:
Believing that personal gain is made by crushing others;
Worrying about things that cannot be changed or corrected;
Insisting that a thing is impossible because we cannot accomplish it;
Refusing to set aside trivial preferences;
Neglecting development and refinement of the mind;
Attempting to compel others to believe and live as we do."

- Cicero, 106 BC - 43 BC (via lazyyogi)

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Giant. http://ift.tt/1rxVYet
goingonsoeasily:

by joannablu kitchener on Flickr.
aconnormanning:

prokopetz:

anarchydiver:

The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.
PHOTOGRAPHY BITCHES

A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.

These are some fun fucking facts

aconnormanning:

prokopetz:

anarchydiver:

The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.

PHOTOGRAPHY BITCHES

A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.

These are some fun fucking facts

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cranesoforigami:

“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.” - The Ainulindale

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mandrake and bear ↘

I was crouched on the small piece of rock jutting from the water. I felt the hidden eyes all around me, watching. I had been here before. I was very small and my back legs were furred with sharp, thick claws. There were tiny antlers protruding from my head. Even as I realized this, I found myself changing.. claws to hooves to feet, antlers to horns to none.. and back again. I gazed over at the bear near the water’s edge, he too seemed to be changing.. still a bear but his face moving in a blur from ferocious growl to serene contemplation. We looked at each other for some time. He dropped his head to look into the water and I followed suit. Swimming below the surface was a huge koi.. very long, almost like an eel. His scales were iridescent white mottled with velvety black and the bright orange of his head.. which wasn’t quite koi. It was almost dragon-like or more so like that of a frilled-neck lizard. I put my hand around him in the water and felt his strength as he passed through, swimming circles around my little rock. He leapt out in a spray of water becoming a great spirit stag.. and then just a skin. The skin was covering a man who danced joyfully around me on the water, colors being thrown off of him into the air to become simple grey feathers floating on the water. I heard the distant sound of drums and knew there to be a fire. I wanted to go to it. I found myself near a tree line. I looked over my shoulder and the bear was eating the fish. I was no longer the small being but I had my bone in hand.. it’s shape now reminding me somewhat of the fish. On a turn, it became a small white bird, struggling in my hand. I let it go and came back to myself.. but I still felt them watching.

Mandrake Flying Ointment

Mark Rothko

Mark Rothko

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alaynes:

WHAT A QUEER TALE | a mix of songs that remind me of fairytales and girls in love | (credit)

i. gently as she goes; karliene // ii. summer wine; coeur de pirate // iii. scarborough fair; emily zea // iv. riverside; agnes obel // v. knight of noir; susanne sundfør // vi. black widow; anna ternheim // vii. beast; agnes obel // viii. liar, liar; a fine frenzy // ix. little red riding hood; amanda seyfried // x. i am your echo; kari // xi. keeley; emily jane white // xii. rangers; a fine frenzy // xiii. marsh kings’s daughter; eisley

alaynes:

WHAT A QUEER TALE | a mix of songs that remind me of fairytales and girls in love | (credit)

i. gently as she goes; karliene // ii. summer wine; coeur de pirate // iii. scarborough fair; emily zea // iv. riverside; agnes obel // v. knight of noir; susanne sundfør // vi. black widow; anna ternheim // vii. beast; agnes obel // viii. liar, liar; a fine frenzy // ix. little red riding hood; amanda seyfried // x. i am your echo; kari // xi. keeley; emily jane white // xii. rangers; a fine frenzy // xiii. marsh kings’s daughter; eisley

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Travel season again soon! Next weekend I’m back to Algonquin to lie on a lake & visit the wolves (there are puppies now!), then the week after that I’m off to England where I’ll spend some time in London, Wells, & of course Glastonbury because I’m predictable, & then to Hyderabad where I will visit lots of Goddess temples.

I’m looking forward to all of it & I’m excited to see the Mendips & walk to Glastonbury & I’m especially looking forward to a break from the 9-5 lifestyle that is sucking my soul.

I’m nervous about India. I’ll be alone for at least some of it, & I have been vehemently & repeatedly told that that is not a good thing. I am used to travelling alone, but apparently being a pasty white redhead on her own isn’t going to go over well in India.

Oh well. I will have my pocket knife, my best bitchface, & my general willingness to shame & fight back.

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I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.

The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.

If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.

And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.

We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.

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cunningfoxwitch:

Altoid tin witches travel kit.

I always like to keep certain magical supplies on hand when I’m on the go, but I tend to put a vile in this pocket and a crystal in that pocket and I forget what is where.

Altoid tins make great organizers for when you’re out and about. I’ve also seen many people make travel altars with these for when they are away from home or if they are still in the broom closet.

This kit can be anything that you find is most important to have based in what you do. I’m a stickler for cleansing and protecting my surroundings. So my kit includes:

- Sea Salt
- Dragons Blood Salt
- Rosemary
- Smokey Quartz Crystal
- A wand (one that I made myself using fox bone, clear quartz point, and some tigers eye and fire agate beads)
- A Tea Light and some matches
- A striker for the matches glued to the lid
- Mini bowl made from epoxy clay
- Home made mini runes also made from epoxy clay.

What I love most about this tiny tin is that it can fit into a bag as small as a clutch or even your pocket and you’ll have everything you need.

So have fun and be creative with your kit.

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