Ceremonies large and small have the power to focus attention to a way of living awake in the world. The visible became invisible, merging with the soil. It may have been a secondhand ceremony, but even through my confusion I recognized that the earth drank it up as if it were right. The land knows you, even when you are lost....
That, I think, is the power of ceremony: it marries the mundane to the sacred. The water turns to wine, the coffee to a prayer. The material and the spiritual mingle like grounds mingled with humus, transformed like steam rising from a mug into the morning mist.
What else can you offer the earth, which has everything? What else can you give but something of yourself? A homemade ceremony, a ceremony that makes a home.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
“Sing for the oak tree The Monarch of the wood; Sing for the oak tree That groweth broad and good; That groweth green and branching Within the forest shade; That groweth now, and yet shall grow When we are lowly laid.”
— The Oak Tree, Mary Howitt (via worldofcelts)
Mr. Bennet teasing Mrs. Bennet when she asks him if he’s met Bingley yet
Darcy when he first meets Elizabeth
Mrs. Bennet about sending Jane out on horse back in the rain so she’ll have to stay at Bingley’s house, but she ends up getting sick
Collins showing up and bragging about Lady Catherine DeBourg being his patron
Bingley about Jane when Darcy and Caroline tell him she doesn’t actually love him
The results of Darcy’s first proposal to Elizabeth
Elizabeth after she reads Darcy’s letter
Darcy when he sees Elizabeth again at Pemberley
Lydia running off with Wickham
Darcy proposing to Elizabeth for the 2nd time and saying yes, while the Bennet’s watch in confusion
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The cabin is all you need sometimes
Teach your children to respect animals and the world around them. Teach them that nature isn't their toy and that their actions have consequences. Teach them compassion for other beings and creatures.
Except i have a weiner dog and am eaten alive by mosquitos.
Summer evening.
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober, Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The dropping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your Autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day. — October, by Siegfried Sassoon. Artwork: October, by Kelsey Garrity Riley.