A Sanctuary Below by Annie Stegg for MerMay π
Self cared my way into having no social media except this religious blog and I just almost reblogged a hannibal gif. Pray for me.
My friends and I used to do this thing where we'd dress up on a theme and go do something totally normal.
We dressed up as pirates and went bowling.
We dressed as vikings and went to the grocery store. The security guard told us we had to move our longship because it was illegally parked.
We dressed as Romans and went to Blockbuster. The staff chanted, "toga! Toga! Toga!" at us.
We dressed up all steampunk and went to the museum. Tourists kept taking our picture.
Peaceful Paradise β₯οΈ by Mitchell Pettigrew
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Goddess Athena by sculptor Giovanni Battista Lombardi (Italian, 1822-1880)
I had a dream about a forest, far away. I heard the gentle running of water and when I reached the open space behind the trees, I saw a stream. Water rushing, glistening in the light. When I looked beyond it, I saw a statue of a woman. I stepped into the stream, sharp rocks pressing against the soles of my feet. The water was cold up to my ankles. As I crossed the stream and stepped onto the rocks, I felt the cool wind blowing against my wet skin. It was even colder than before, and for a second, I knew I'd felt steadier in the water. I approached the stone statue and kneeled before Her, bowing my head and closing my eyes, listening, to the water and the wind. I stood up once again, the gravel leaving an imprint on my knee. I never looked at Her, but instead pressed my hand against Her. I could've sworn I felt a heartbeat through the rough texture of that cold stone exterior. And I knew to turn back. I felt the earth underneath my feet. It whispered to me. I stepped back into the water, and it felt like coming up for air. And so I followed along, down the stream. Everything was still and serene. Except for the gentle rushing of the stream. And the sound of water falling.
There is not one way to be feminine. All human qualities are feminine qualities. Femininity and masculinity are not opposites in every way, they are two sides of the same coin. They are different expressions of the same human principles. No quality is either feminine or masculine. Embracing femininity means nurturing each and every one of our natural skills and qualities
On the Seashore, George Elgar Hicks (1879)
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