One word: hands

Calloused and worn by time and hard workStrong yet gentle enough to treat the most fragile of things with careSkilled and capable of holding up even the heaviest of burdensThey pack the pipes He smokes with fragrant tobaccos And I could watch Him whittle for hoursHis hands make mine seem small and fragileAnd I place myContinue reading “One word: hands”

Butterflies

I have a UPG that I associate butterflies with Cernunnos. They are so free and beautiful, but if you know enough about them you know they’re scavengers and feed off dead animals for liquid nutrients like salt. When I learned this I thought it was rather fitting that I’d loved such a “pretty” animal for soContinue reading “Butterflies”

For the put a word in for your religion thing My word: Paridise Lost

I started out this morning with the mindset of “That poem doesn’t have any real bearing on my religion…”, but after speaking with a mutual of mine they pointed out something that should have been obvious to me: “What is your personal paradise lost…”  The next few hours were spent thinking over what that could possiblyContinue reading “For the put a word in for your religion thing My word: Paridise Lost”

Fruit

I like to consider the newest fruits of every season a very spiritual thing to experience (veggies are included in that, especially the ones my father grows himself). Most every new berry or fruit is an offering for Cernunnos. UPG: His faves from me are usually Apples, Blackberries (especially wild, which is getting harder toContinue reading “Fruit”

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