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woonipixel:

The woods,

a place of refuge from the daily havoc and chaos.

A place to sip away at the stillness,

a place that reminds you of truth.

I needed this walk,

all 10 kilometers of them.

because with each step I came closer

to that quiet mind.

A place where there is nothing

but the gentle hum of the wind.

seancecafe:

Merlin’s Cave Tintagel, Cornwall, England
Photo by Chris Newman

seancecafe:

Merlin’s Cave Tintagel, Cornwall, England

Photo by Chris Newman

chronarchy:

Master Post: Five Ideas for Celebrating each of the Eight High Days, designed with the solitary practitioner (or a family) to do together, put together by chronarchy for The Magical Druid.

If you are interested in the original individual posts for reblogging around the holiday, you can find them here:

Piety isn’t simple: it’s okay to do something small to mark the season. Don’t let complexity get in the way of what you need to do, though. Small things go a long way.

novas-grimoire:

runewynd:

graycloak:

pomegranateandivy:

pomegranateandivy:

I want a directory of the tumblr witchcraft community, so that when someone is looking for a particular branch of witchcraft there’s an easy list of the blogs all in one place :)

Feel free to…

beingblog:

Received this image and lovely comment from Laurie Haycraft in response to Parker Palmer’s reflection on being lost in the wilds of your life:

"I had made some stepping stones with this poem stamped into them for our cabin and placed them on a trail leading into the forest. We had some grading work done around the cabin and one of the stones, unbeknownst to me, got buried. When I went to dig up the stones the next year to create a new path, I discovered that the last stone was missing, irretrievably ‘lost’ in the woods. I know I could make a new stone with the final lines of the poem, but somehow it seems more apropos to leave it ‘lost,’ the forest knows where it is and in a way, so do I."

beingblog:

Received this image and lovely comment from Laurie Haycraft in response to Parker Palmer’s reflection on being lost in the wilds of your life:

"I had made some stepping stones with this poem stamped into them for our cabin and placed them on a trail leading into the forest. We had some grading work done around the cabin and one of the stones, unbeknownst to me, got buried. When I went to dig up the stones the next year to create a new path, I discovered that the last stone was missing, irretrievably ‘lost’ in the woods. I know I could make a new stone with the final lines of the poem, but somehow it seems more apropos to leave it ‘lost,’ the forest knows where it is and in a way, so do I."

just-redhair:

Zane Uzklinge with talanted photographer Juris Justshttps://www.facebook.com/JustsJuris-Photo submitted by @pomegranatewolf​Send me yours!

just-redhair:

Zane Uzklinge with talanted photographer Juris Justs

https://www.facebook.com/JustsJuris
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Photo submitted by @pomegranatewolf​
Send me yours!

lucajsphotography:

Summer storm

lucajsphotography:

Summer storm

One day you’ll meet a girl who undresses you with her words
As she burns holes through your skin with her eyes
Leaving scars with her mouth on your thighs
And I promise, nothing will ever taste the way she did
(via elizabethrosina)

If you find a woman
with a wild heart
do not try to tame her.
You must adore her
recklessly, the way
she is meant to be loved.

Do not try to quiet her,
for her roars will reach
far and wide.
She has something
important to say.
Help her say it.

Do not get in her way.
She stops for no one.
Do not try to change
the path she has chosen.
Learn also to love the wind
and let it change you.

C.B. Wild-Hearted Woman

(via 69rooms)