The Life
The Heart
The Life
The Heart
Every day for the past several days I sit down at my computer and ask myself what is that smell. Typically it’s after my devotional walk so I always check my shoes. It’s that kind of smell. Far different from the smells I was just enjoying. It’s not the Daphne, the Clematis, the Artificial Orange.
Oh. It’s the VALERIAN I bought at Traveler’s last week with the intention of it mellowing out the stress and helping to stop the extremely frequent pains in my neck and head. And Peeeeeeew. I had forgotten how bad it can be. It’s been years since I had any around the house, and certainly not out on the desk. It’s in capsules and in a plastic bag and it be stanky still.
Pope, Extra Ribbed
What sort of wretched deity is this? What sort of tormented, clenched God must you believe in to cause you to openly promote ignorance and death for the sake of power and ideology and fear — always, always a deep fear — of love and sex and basic human connection?
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I just ran across this artist. I love her work but I also love her ideas. Her Book of Shadow pages are gorgeous, I love the broom holders… Her use of maidens, mothers, and crones. Her colors. Working on my own new BOS and it inspires me it does.