"to dwell in a forest of fir trees" read my dark fantasy viking age novel thralls of skuld on tumblr // wattpad
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Latest Posts by fyribua - Page 5
Алексей Савченко :О) (@asavvva)
Annie Stegg Gerard (@anniestegg)
by Cortney
Iford Manor Gardens, Iford, England by Stacy Cartledge
'Troll' "by Theodor Kittelsen, (1857 - 1914)
something about the cold November air, so fresh that it rinses lungs and and soothes your insides
by nicoles_moments
an anthropomorphic mandrake being dug up with the help of a dog tied to its feet/roots
in "pseudo-antonius musa: de herba betonica", latin manuscript, late 9th century
source: Kassel, UB, 2° Ms. phys. et hist. nat. 10, fol. 34v
Exquisite 19th-century seashell herbarium from the sold archive of my antique shop, GHOST ERA ANTIQUES
Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Matrons Gabiae, the Giving Ones
Happy Thorsday! - Here’s another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, Celtic) mythological characters. This week it’s the Matrons Gabiae / Matronus Gabiabus / Lunonibus Gabiabus.
Three guardian ancestral protective Matron (Mothers) and Goddesses, found mentioned around Rovenich near Euskirchen. And are thought to be possible counterparts to the Goddess Gefjon.
Their name has generally been understood to translate to "The Giving Ones". Which is thought to mean both 'those who give, and 'those who take'.
Sunbeam, Ekaterina Goldinger
The nature I need now is PAINTED by Renato Muccillo.
“There is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype.
maybe if you bundled yourself up and went for a walk out in the cold then came back inside with rosy cheeks and cool skin and warmed yourself up with a nice warm cup of herbal tea with honey maybe then you'd calm down
letchworth state park ⋇ 23 oct
I knew something was wrong
the day I tried to pick up a
small piece of sunlight
and it slithered through my fingers,
not wanting to take shape.
Everything else stayed the same—
the chairs and the carpet
and all the corners
where the waiting continued.
-Dorothea Grossman
Albrecht Dürer, Painting of a slice of agate, c. 1492