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19 Sep Oh Captain, My Captain! The Lost Art of Poetry

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I went for my morning stroll with overcast skies and a new found crispness in the air and I found myself wrapping my scarf tighter...

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𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚎 ♡
Yesterday was Kiska's 14th birthday. My baby baby! Yesterday was Kiska's 14th birthday. My baby baby! All the pups got to celebrate with homemade pup cups 🤍
puppy love, pic dump ♡ shadow moon puppy love, pic dump ♡ shadow moon
𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 ♡ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐 📸 snapchat fun
#poetry #morning #morningenchantment #dawn #twilig #poetry #morning #morningenchantment #dawn #twilight #newday #newdawn #cicadas #bird #birds #song #birdsong #moon #sun #stars #poet #poem #morninginspiration #writer #notice #everythingispossible #anythingispossible #nature #natureismychurch #woodsandwander
𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 Passion in Movement The rhythm and the beat Bass Pulsing Primal release I am fire, I am flame I've lost control Feral and wild I let myself go And I've never felt so alive Wild, Wild nights - Mary Rogers Glowczwskie © November 21, 2021
today I wrote a poem about the lunar eclipse and g today I wrote a poem about the lunar eclipse and grief. i submitted it to, @thegriefdialogues and immediately felt a vulnerability hangover come on. most people have a hard time embracing grief while someone is in the midst of complete anguish. most prefer to read about the precious memories or the healing that comes after. this wasn't one of those poems. it was written while feeling the full impact of a swell of grief that knocked the wind out of me. i'm honestly not sure if it will be accepted - but i think when it comes to grief, we have to honor these moments too. the moments when we feel like an animal, wounded. the moments when the air gets sucked from our lungs. because it's part of the process and the truth is - there's really no way to wrap a pretty bow around it when we feel the despair of missing. of longing. 📸 M. Dylan/Europa Press via Getty Images
𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ last night the moon haloed, rung after rung after rung. and it was magical. especially as i was able to witness it with my sister, @ravenpoolgal , who was here visiting. it was her last night here before traversing back to idaho. "sometimes i feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. i think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. the moon tonight, there's a circle around it [...] i have this dream of being whole. of not going to sleep each night, wanting. but still, sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, i dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. i just want someone to love me. i want to be seen [...] but there's only that moon." - practical magic
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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎...
i'm excited to announce, the third anthology i've i'm excited to announce, the third anthology i've contributed to, with @indiebluepublishing , and the second anthology published this year, is now available in kindle, paperback, and hard cover editions on amazon and in paperback and eBook editions on pothi (india). it should be available from all major online book retailers within the week.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ♡
𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙼 ♡ 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊 𝙳𝙾𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙼 ♡ 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊 (𝟷𝟹𝚢𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚎-𝙿𝚘𝚘), 𝙽𝚊𝚕𝚊 (𝟷 𝚢𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍/𝙻𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚒𝚡), 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 (𝟾 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝙿𝚒𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕/𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚡)
"𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗..." - 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚣𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎 ♡
𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈'𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃 have y 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙰𝚈'𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃 have you noticed how people don't really talk to other people, these days? instead, people talk 𝒂𝒕 other people. it's rare to find someone who actually wants to join a discussion - to try and understand someone else's point of view. instead, i'm finding people would rather argue 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 point of views, opinions, and perspectives. when did communication become a matter of, "i'm right, you're wrong," versus a curious conversation of, "i would like to understand your perspective better. will you elaborate?" and even at the end of the discussion, if we come away still disagreeing, why can't people simply agree to disagree? it's very narcissistic to think that the whole world should think, believe, and behave as you do, isn't it? i mean, isn't one of the best parts of being alive is to experience diversity? the fact that we can be comrades in arms, be unique and stand alone, and sometimes even play the part of devils advocate? i have no desire to live in a cookie-cutter society with cookie-cut people. i want to see individuality. sovereignty. i enjoy seeing people study and research - to ask questions. to determine what they feel is best for them. and to openly change their mind at any given time. that's being human 𝒂𝒏𝒅 divine. one can be passionate without being condescending. i like people who think for themselves. who think outside the box. verses the people who simply go along with the majority and have no idea why. i love those who are open. curious. and i don't understand why, as a society, we have not become more evolved? especially in a time when consciousness is rising. it seems such an archaic way of being. and truly, these days, i'm finding it harder and harder to swallow the better than thou bullshit. people can be utterly exhausting or beautifully insightful and inspiring. what kind of human are you? anyway, that's my rant for the day. time to go back into my cave and hermit for awhile ♡
𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 & 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 | Mary Rogers Glowczwskie | 𝚃𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 𝟼𝟷/𝟼𝟸 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 ♡
𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ . i have been really under the weather. finally received my covid results, and i am negative. apparently, i have a head cold that has been exasperated by my breast infection. i met with the surgeon yesterday and we at least have a [beginning] plan of action. meanwhile, while I woke up, today, finally feeling an actual human , i can't seem to rid myself of this debilitating fatigue. i've slept more over the past week that i possibly have all month. maybe it's the change of seasons? i woke to rain yesterday and my heart felt so happy. i am a mid-season person. spring and fall bring me life. . because of my health struggles, i have been using my limited awake time to continue studying herbalism. i have become obsessed with plant medicine and herbal teas. goldenseal, ginger, organic local honey, lemon, and echinacea combined are extremely powerful medicines during the cold & flu seasons. and they contain antiviral properties. i've also been loading up on zinc, d3, vitamin c, and elderberry syrup. . i've been drinking golden milk, made with tumeric, daily (with almond, coconut, oat, or cashew milk + local honey and black pepper). tumeric is an anti-inflammatory medicine and aids with bacterial infections. oh, and i've been literally adding garlic to every dish i cook. it's one of the best things you can do for your health. your body will thank you ♡
𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 . the tides of my life are changing, once more. it's interesting how this happens, isn't it? i am a seeker; an inner reflector. and yet, about two years ago, i had fallen so deep into the rabbit hole, it's taken me almost that long to come back into myself - only, changed. i did so much transformative healing and research that mask after mask began to shed. ego death after ego death in such rapid succession that i no longer knew who i was anymore. i was no one, and yet, i was everyone - all within the same breath. i had a crisis of identity and a crisis of faith. . i had emerged from the dogma of the heavily doctrinated religion i was born into, moving fluidly, into spirituality. so much to unlock and unlearn. until i once again came to the decision that the "spiritual community" no longer served me. and as i spiraled, stumbled, and ultimately fell - i became acutely aware of all the ways mother gaia held me and nurtured me - rendered me whole. i have talked openly about my studies into mysticism, druidry, mediumship, constellations, nature, animals, and the old ways. the visions and longings of my soul - as well as the magic of words and poetry and how i often feel more animal than human. . and i realized that while i thought i was entering another tower moment (or another dark night of my soul), what was truly happening was acceptance and integration. i had to become aligned with what i truly feel and believe in order to be confident in speaking my truth. and while none of this was apparent at the time, what i did come to understand was that the purpose of life is to be happy, and in order to become truly happy, healing was necessary. for happiness begins and ends with the self, internally. lasting happiness cannot come from an external source. . i began to really contemplate what lit my soul ablaze and the first recognition of bliss was my writing. and yet, that seemed almost too simple, though in truth, words have always held magic in my heart. creating and crafting and all forms of artistic expression are likely the purest essence of my soul.
𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚉𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴 ♡ i have two poems in this anthology: - Ancestral Bones - Through the Looking Glass this is the 2nd anthology i have been published in through @indiebluepublishing
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