The soil is my book of prayer, the animals and insects are the choir, and the forest is my church. I need no hymns but the sound of the swamps, I need no towering walls of stained glass and marble, only the rough bark and dense moss found in the deep woods. The gods that listen need no paintings or reliefs, only the night sky and dark soil. My place on this earth is not something I am owed, but a gift and so long as I remember this, I will be happy.

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starsinthegutter:

Finally got an engraving bit and could start on making beads for a pagan “rosary” of sorts. Really pleased with these. #pagan #runes #woodlands #prayerbeads

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There’s not much green left outside, except for some moss, a feeew leaves and the evergreens. I am slowly preparing for the first snowfall! 
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You, yourself, are the eternal energy which appears as this universe. You didn’t come into this world; you came out of it. Like a wave from the ocean.

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