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

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tocamelot:

Beware of the Ruins! by Przemysław Piela
Wałbrzych, Poland
andthenmagiccame:

Scotland Cemetery 

andthenmagiccame:

Scotland Cemetery 

(via queen-of-mists)

East of us, west of us, full summer.  Though the Starry Virgin ascends and the Nemean Lion slinks off through the sky, still we are within the season’s fullness.  Ripe are the plums of Portland, ripe the garbage piles of alleyless New Amsterdam.  The sun hits the fields in that old familiar way.  Everything seems lit from within.
What will you do with these last even now-fleeting moments of this Turn of the Wheel?  Will you bid it turn faster, so that you may inhabit the autumn of your half-memories and invention?  Or will you praise the month as it is, spread out before thee?  Not that I’m trying to nudge you either way.  A witch should never play favorites with seasons.  I have the cicatrices to prove it!!  I’m not naming names but inter-way can be a real erkoff-jay.
Just what I’m saying is don’t let it be October and you’re like, WHY didn’t I go to the beach like I said I would.

East of us, west of us, full summer.  Though the Starry Virgin ascends and the Nemean Lion slinks off through the sky, still we are within the season’s fullness.  Ripe are the plums of Portland, ripe the garbage piles of alleyless New Amsterdam.  The sun hits the fields in that old familiar way.  Everything seems lit from within.

What will you do with these last even now-fleeting moments of this Turn of the Wheel?  Will you bid it turn faster, so that you may inhabit the autumn of your half-memories and invention?  Or will you praise the month as it is, spread out before thee?  Not that I’m trying to nudge you either way.  A witch should never play favorites with seasons.  I have the cicatrices to prove it!!  I’m not naming names but inter-way can be a real erkoff-jay.

Just what I’m saying is don’t let it be October and you’re like, WHY didn’t I go to the beach like I said I would.

(Source: spacefairytales)


George Inness
(Newburgh, NY, 1825 - 1894, Montclair, New Jersey)
LATE AFTERNOON, OCTOBER , 1886
Oil on fabric
Akron Art Museum

George Inness

(Newburgh, NY, 1825 - 1894, Montclair, New Jersey)

LATE AFTERNOON, OCTOBER , 1886

Oil on fabric

Akron Art Museum

(Source: centuriespast, via north-sea-longing)

"I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love."

- A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler (via wearyvoices)

(Source: toasttravels.co.uk, via thelittlehermitage)

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show."

- Andrew Wyeth
(via margaretrose-)

(Source: fleurstains, via thelittlehermitage)

darkface:

Ancient one (by SolsticeSol)

Looks like a painting.

darkface:

Ancient one (by SolsticeSol)

Looks like a painting.

(via faerypotter)

mystic-revelations:

Entrance to Forest Park, Portland OR
By Scott May

mystic-revelations:

Entrance to Forest Park, Portland OR

By Scott May

(via faerypotter)

mystic-revelations:

A  foggy morning at a lake
By Amresh Vaidya

mystic-revelations:

A  foggy morning at a lake

By Amresh Vaidya

(via faerypotter)

allthingseurope:

Germany (by ♦ Peter & Ute Grahlmann ♦)
woodendreams:

 (by 1riverat)
usvakorpi:

©Usvakorpi
usvakorpi:

©Usvakorpi
wanderthewood:

Autumn at Wells Cathedral with Glastonbury Tor in the distance, Somerset, England by MattClark Photography

wanderthewood:

Autumn at Wells Cathedral with Glastonbury Tor in the distance, Somerset, England by MattClark Photography

(via avalonaddict)