I miss Nimea all the time.
The first time I met her, we stood calves-deep in a rocky stream with frost on the shore, and she invited me to dance so we could make it rain. 409 more words
It’s one of the most difficult things about being a pagan in the modern world. Many of us are on paths that are not only based upon but require personal experiences with the Divine (as opposed to traditions who have impersonal Gods with orthodoxic theologies) or the metaphysical. 713 more words
News flash: Taylor Swift’s Red Tour will happen in about three months!!!
This is not about Swift’s concert (by which the ticket price would be able to sustain one semester of my college education), but what I forgot to do: Make a flashback of what happened last year, (which happens to be Swift’s favorite number) 2K13. 2,393 more words
I met a new fae yesterday. He’s called the Swan Prince, and he was fucking terrifying. He seemed to loom over me without getting close, and between the hair on his head and the feathers he wore, he glowed such a bright white that it was difficult to look at him. 239 more words