Surely you'll find something
- Catherynne M. Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed
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"She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death."
VOLCHITSA;for warrior queens with two husbands, for human girls who chain life in their basements, for the ones that will always choose to see
01. a bird without feathers - ramin djawadi | 02. black mountain - isobel campbell | 03. white elephant coat - school of seven bells | 04. skin - grimes | 05. o master - susanne sundfør | 06. frozen - delain | 07. sleep - soap & skin | 08. wicked blood - sea wolf | 09. cruel - st. vincent | 10. shivers - zola jesus | 11. weights & measures - dry the river | 12. nashua - the antlers | 13. atonement - bloc party | 14. oblivion - m83
John William Godward,Mischief and Repose (detail)1895.
Yesterday there was a fantastic storm like this one, only with far more thunder and lightning. I was hoping to make some hearty protection water with some oomph in it from all of the ruckus, but sadly I had missed the 30-second sudden downpour before the rain calmed down to a more subtle dripping. Fun thing is, the gutters haven’t been cleaned out well enough and occasionally we get a mini waterfall near one corner of the backyard.
Dad, upon my sticking a jar underneath this waterfall, asked me if water falling from the roof would still work as a valid collection of rainwater. This got me thinking, does it?
I know when I hear mention of anyone putting a jar or other device to collect water in, I imagine someone collecting water that just naturally falls in. That’s a little tricky in practice, what if not enough water falls in?
The phrase “A roof over my head” popped up in my mind. Collecting the water falling from the roof could be used in any home protection, maybe provide a sense of security in my spellwork, or provide a sense of protection in general. So not only did I collect storm water with some kick to it due to the thunder and lightning, I got storm water with a double-whammy of protection too. How cool is that?

I wonder if you could use the “random” feature on your own blog as a form of quick oracle/divination. I mean, you collect an assortment of things on a blog, and if you’re anything like me, you may forget what actually lies in your blog anymore off the top of your head. I just spent time spamming my random button, and it’s rather funny what popped up.
For those moments you need to look inside yourself or need help from the things that interest you. It’s kind of like one of those letters you write to yourself or a diary you kept that you forgot all about that maybe you flip through one day and your eye catches a particular thing you wrote and somehow what you wrote all the way back then makes sense now.
I dunno. It’s late, I’m musing, and I certainly had fun seeing what popped up on the random button-mashing.
About one man, who was probably the driving influence that lead me to paganism.
Growing up I was a very very devote Catholic. I went to mass twice a week, prayed every night, observed a ton of saints days, I was even an altar server. When I was a server I worked mostly with our head priest, let’s…

This fourteenth century signet ring depicts an unknown coat of arms. The Latin inscription reads “I was dead, I was brought to life, I was lost and I was found”
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(Source: jarrodis, via thiscrookedcrown)