I’ve said this before: I’m kinda slow on some stuff. A god can make something repeatedly obvious and yet I miss the message; like Eliot’s “had the experience/but missed the meaning,” the point of something will slip past me until much later. 806 more words
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There was no one else there. For a little while, I had it all to myself. Having risen at 3 to make the hour long journey to the Northern Beaches, we found where my husband would be stationed for the Sun Run: directly opposite the rock pool of South Curl Curl, where the morning tides ferociously slammed against the rocks, the pool, the shore. 961 more words
As Lughnasadh approaches this weekend, I’ve began to contemplate on the season and the festival.
Lughnasadh is one of the seasonal holidays, also referred to as a “lesser Sabbat.” I don’t like that term as I believe it takes away from the importance of the seasonal celebrations. 661 more words
Sculpted by Dragon Toy director Shunji Hagii, Knight Princess of the Wheels of Silver, Arianrhod by Dragon Toy will be joining T2 Art ☆ Girls range this coming February. 29 more words
The world’s fucking magical, you know.
I woke to pouring rain today, quite early. The last few nights I’d been awake until near 7am editing and formatting Your Face is a Forest (more on that in a bit), drinking too much tea and forging candles for the coming dark days. 891 more words