“Four thousand years ago, in the ancient Near East, women were poets, drummers, scholars, dancers, healers, prophets, and keepers of sacred space… From Enheduanna the poet-priestess of ancient Sumer to the oracle at Delphi, from the weavers of Athena in Greece to the prophetesses of Hathor in Egypt, from the vestal virgins of Rome to the drumming-priestesses of Crete, from the bee-priestesses who served Demeter to the warrior-priestesses of Scythia, women were facilitators of the connections between human and divine. This has been true all over the world in all times.”
— Rabbi Jill Hammer, PhD, The Hebrew Priestess
I took the shortcut because I planned to go to town and pick up my favorite chocolate milk :)) let’s say it didn’t worked out that way
My bike’s brake immediately became loose and I tried to fix it but ended up making it worse :))
The shortcut to the main town consists of mini hills that went up and down, some were steeper than others. I tried going down a few times but I nearly slipped down. So I had to resort to walking.
I got some pretty pictures of the freeway though!
I wasn’t able to go to the town but I took a few rests in between rides. Some parts of the road were wet and what happens to a biker wearing knee-high shorts and a brake that doesn’t work?
They trip and scrape their knee
And if that wasn’t the cherry on top, it showered for 5 MINUTES! Thankfully, on my way back home I passed by my grandparent's house and they just cooked their snacks and hungry, sweaty, tired me was more than happy to help myself.
do you remember that beautiful quote recited at the end of the film the shape of water, directed by guillermo del toro, when the lovers embrace underwater?
here’s a truly fascinating article written by a librarian who researched the original writer of this poem and fell down a rabbit hole. i encourage everyone to give it a look!
Babes in the Woods by Harley Weir
Vice Magazine Vol.7 No.8, 2009
Belladonna of Sadness, dir. Eiichi Yamamoto, 1973
I love women, I really do
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sometimes I see pictures from when I was younger and it makes me wonder why I spent so much time hating myself. sweet little baby me. I was still growing. I was still learning. I was still getting used to my own skin. I didn’t deserve that