Cissnei

gone squirrely

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

Beautiful. Wishing upon a white star! :S @ShinRaMole

[Sam Cannon Art @SamCannonArt]

Virginia Woolf 'She blazed. She kindled. Out of the night she burnt like a white star.'

We will get to see May's second full moon of the month tomorrow - the Blue Moon? I do hope so.
It's always magical.
#womensart

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

@Lord_Zachael Oh, please don't be MIA! Too many people are MIA. I can't bear to lose you, too! On a mission, fine. Orders for radio silence, okay. On R and R, understandable. Busy with other things, of course. I ask the Goddess every night to protect you and always bring you back safe! <3

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

@Lord_Zachael Have a magical Beltane! :)

[Earth @earthcurated]

Today is World Bee Day.

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

@ShinRaMole Happy Beltane.... and happy full moon...... ~ I'll find you in the morning sun... and when the night is new.... I'll be looking at the moon.... but I'll be seeing you... ~ :')

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

Also I wish it would stop snowing already! I'm ready for Spring!

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

Somebody gave me a bag of these hard cheezy things and I can't stop eating them. Now I'm having a salt bomb heheheh stupid me 8)

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

I wish you heal from what you don't tell anyone, from those pains you endure in silence, of the tears that stream down your face before you sleep.

I wish you heal from your fears, fears and insecurities. Of the uncertainties that life threw at you one day and that you face every day by getting out of bed and moving forward.

I wish you heal, from those wounds, wounds and disappointments, that you silenced, that you never complained about, but that you still feel deep inside.

I wish you heal from the past that still accompanies you in the emotional scars you carry without complaining.

How healthy are you from the excuses you were never given, of the appreciation you didn't receive, of the gratitude you didn't give, of the just recognition you didn't offer, of all the times you deserved to receive the best and it didn't come.

I wish you heal from those pains you swallowed, silenced, threw inside.

I wish you recover from all the times you said you were “fine” when you really weren’t okay at all. Of the times you swallowed the cry, the anger, the sadness, the disappointment and smiled, so that the world did not see your pain,
or so your smile could make someone happy.

I wish you heal from the sacrifices you've had to make, from the indifference you've received, from the burdens you've endured.

How do you heal from the moments when you felt alone and thought no one saw your wounds or recognized your actions.
Believe me, life sees, life corresponds, life heals. Healing can be slow, quiet, sometimes difficult, and it cannot be done alone. But it does happen!

Healing is a process.
Just as many cause you wounds
what you endure silently, others help heal the wounds without you realizing.
I wish you heal: from everything you say, everything you don't say and everything!

~ Yolotl Ocelotl Xochitl

✨🙌🏾💫

[Bluebell Raven @BluebellRaven]

Pre-Christian Easter origins lie in ancient spring fertility festivals celebrating renewal, light, and the end of winter, largely associated with the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre and European spring equinox rituals.

The word “Easter” is believed to derive from Eostre (or Ostara), an Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring and fertility. The 8th-century monk Bede recorded that Anglo-Saxons held feasts in her honor in the month of April (Eosturmonath).

Long before Christianity, many cultures celebrated the Spring Equinox, marking the sun's return. These included rituals for a bountiful farming season, often involving bonfires.

The traditional art of decorating eggs (Pysanky) dates back over 6,000 years in Eastern Europe, with symbols representing the cyclical nature of life, the sun, and the earth.

These traditions were incorporated into the Christian holiday as it moved through Europe, allowing new converts to maintain their cultural festivities within a Christian context.

🎨Wendy Andrew

[Anne Louise Avery @AnneLouiseAvery]

On Easter Eve, they kept to the old ways in Old Fox's parish church, barely ruffled by the Reformation, although the Abbey had, of course, suffered great changes. As such, it was the tradition to guard the Easter sepulchre in St Thomas's throughout Holy Saturday until the Reverend Lion came just before dawn on Easter morning.
That year, Old Fox and Grey Brock and Miss Stevenson took turns.
Old Fox took books and writing materials, but often just chatted to visitors or to the resident ghosts of the church; Grey Brock took his knitting and some wood to whittle into Easter figures for his nephews, and Miss Stevenson took Vanity Fair (a much-read favourite), the crossword and a stack of Easter cards to write for her many friends and acquaintances.
At Midnight, Old Fox was there alone, having packed the other two off to their respective beds.
The church held its holy silence like the caves along the Dorset coast, a silence lashed by waves and scattered by sea birds.
Old Fox was the only one who could push un-torn through the thorn-bridge from Eve to Day; the only one to see the kind and gentle man enter, tall form thundered by light, rest his muddy spade by the heavy Norman door, remove his battered felt hat, and greet Old Fox as a King greets a dear and much-respected old friend.

[Anne Louise Avery @AnneLouiseAvery]

Good Friday and at first light, Old Fox walked to the Sheep church up on the Downs. It was dark inside, lit by a single oil lamp, the altars stripped and scoured with hyssop, & deserted but for an elderly hare in the front pew. He was wiping tears away.
It's all so hard, he said.
I know, said Old Fox & went to sit with him.

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

The memory loss from deep depression and trauma is not talked about enough. People assume you're being dramatic or forgetful, but they don't understand that when your mind is in survival mode, it stops recording life the way it used to. Your brain isn't malfunctioning, it's protecting you.

[Anne Louise Avery @AnneLouiseAvery]

Spring equinox this morning, said Grey Brock to Miss Rabbit over the garden wall, fur starred with plum blossom. And he spoke, they felt the great green swooping feathery rush of life around them; the sweet, soft air and the young fierce nettles in the hedgerows ready for soup and tonics and tea, and the golden celandines in the woods and the tangled swirls of nests in the elm trees and rows of hot cross buns in the window of Fernby's and pink and purple and gold foiled Easter eggs in the everything shop, and the lovely loud ludic sound of the village school down by the watercress beds, where the herons guard the river and the willow boughs trail in the dark glassy water.

[Shubhvani @shubhvanii]

THIS ONE BROKE ME:

Not everyone has a family that checks in. Not everyone has parents who listen or siblings who care.

Some people learned to wipe their own tears, hold their own hand, and celebrate their wins alone because no one's clapping for them

Be kind.... Be gentle...... You never know who's going to bed tonight feeling unseen and unwanted, who had to become their own family just to survive.

[The Birdcage🪿 @RobinStanfill2]

A sunbeam
to warm you
A moonbeam
to charm you
A sheltering Angel,
So nothing
can harm you🌾🧚🏼‍♂️

~ Irish blessing

Cliffs of Moher, Ireland 🇮🇪

[Sam Cannon Art @SamCannonArt]

'And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.'
John Keats

I woke up about 50 times last night. And can feel my body trembling today. All this news is not doing my nerves any good.

Why can't good people be in charge of the world....

[Cissnei @RedSekhmet]

happy birthday, @ShinRaMole, wherever you are.

[Earn Knowledge @earnknowledgee]

Pancake Styles 🥞

[Colin Spencer @ColinSpenc4257]

Thought of The Day.