A life in threes

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Here is an absolutely beautiful poem that gives me *all the feelings* ❤


Sacrifice is the practice of developing the habit of giving without expectation of immediate reward,
and cultivating faith in the larger generalized reciprocity of the universe.
It requires a leap beyond our fear of scarcity, our miserliness in the face of uncertain yields,
in order to let go of a little of what we find precious so that it may be shared.

Sacrifice cultivates the discipline of sharing. It does not require that we give up everything,
but it does require that we give.

Siegfried Goodfellow

For The Girl Who Just Wants To Know If It’s Going To Be Okay

This. This.
So much this.


For the girl who just wants to know if it’s going to be okay,

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Take a deep breath. 

Not only in the moments when you’re scared, upset, or on the verge of crocodile tears, but remember to stop and take a breath in the moments when you find yourself on top of the world. Take a deep breath and allow yourself to look around at how far you have climbed. Look up above you and be reminded that there will always be new heights to reach. If the earth is below you and the sky is above you, I can promise you that there is a fire within you. Find what it is that makes that fire burn and chase it. And in the moments you don’t think you could possibly take one more step, stop and take a deep breath. Be reminded that even if you have nothing else…

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Daily Draw: 8 of Cups, Unn

Oh my gods, does this reading speak to me.
Yikes. :-/

The Muse's Darling

Today’s draw is about having the guts to cut away and leave behind what is no longer good for you. This is not a happy-making draw, which is a bummer, but there you go. You’re dragging around your dead and you need to bury them and move on. And it’s not just you: there is a family history of doing what you’re doing, thinking you can fix it or change it or somehow make some good come out of it, or maybe you’ve been taught to think that it’s your place, your purpose in life to carry everybody else’s burdens and sorrows. What pained your mother must also pain you. What terrified your father must also terrify you. Fuck that. End it. You don’t need to be burdened by what burdened your ancestors. They had their own battles and you have yours. You may fight them in the same ways…

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Wednesday Motivation

Yes. Yes. Yes.
I am *famous* for overthinking *everything*
And this post wouldn’t be the first time that this point wasn’t being driven home by random Internet posts….or by several Someone(s).

The point is taken ❤

It's Ok Not To Be Ok


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Suicide Prevention Lifeline

Because this is important.

It's Ok Not To Be Ok



Will you reblog?

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Ways of Being Spirit-Married

This. So much this.

Thank you, Dver!

A Forest Door

In a recent post called “An Outsider’s View of Godspousery,” the author quotes a particular godspouse talking about their life with their deity, and remarks – quite positively – “What strikes me here is the sense of domesticity.” I too have noticed this in many writings by godspouses – their relationships seem to echo human marriages in many everyday sorts of ways, as if they simply had an invisible, but human, wife or husband. Someone to have their morning coffee with, to talk to about their day, to sleep with at night. Now, while that can sometimes be a warning sign (a god is a god, after all, and it seems some people are quick to forget this, or may be engaging in a bit of wishful thinking to satisfy their loneliness), it is not necessarily a “wrong” way to go about things, nor is the point…

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Most people do not understand that their true power lies in releasing resistance, which is the only obstacle to their true power!

We want you to breathe rather than try, to relax rather than offer effort, to smile rather than struggle, to be rather than do.

For your true power is experienced only from inside the Vortex……

~ Abraham Hicks

I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues

This. So much this.

She writes her thoughts on depression so much more succinctly than I ever could.

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 For Robin Williams.

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not…

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Month for Loki, Day 11: Outing.

I went with my kid, K, and V, to a baseball game today.

It was enjoyable insofar that I discovered that it was a lot closer to where I’m living now than I had thought it would be.

(I might just go to a game on my own, as I prefer to go to a live baseball game rather than to watch one on TV any day, but we’ll see.)


A few things happened at the game that seemed to signal that His presence, too, much to K’s delight, especially in that the opposing team’s second catcher was a young man of above-average height and build for a baseball player (at 6’3 and 230 lbs) — with long bright red hair.

What further inspired the thought was in that before the game began, this catcher – #33 – walked past us, and looked right at us for a good 20 seconds.  Something V had been saying seemed to catch his attention briefly, and he stopped walking, looked at V and frowned, but then he smiled at K and I, before walking away.

(We didn’t see him again, until the end of the game, which struck me as odd, too.  I would’ve liked to have seen him play.)


The other thing, was feeling the feels during mundane things, such as during the singing of the national anthem, and then again, during the seven-inning stretch.

It must have been because we sang, but K kept looking over at me, asking if I could feel that He was about.