As the weather changes and the world grows colder, it will be warm here. I will make blankets and soups, bake pies, and fresh cookies. My home will smell of love and there will always be a fresh pot of coffee or a warm kettle of tea waiting. My home will have a comforting heaviness that keeps you rooted in the plush chairs as you stare at the snowfall from the ice-frosted window.
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Sing O goddess, of Hera's rage, how they vilified her for it, even if she was a woman betrayed. Sing O goddess, of Helen's desire, how everyone forgot she was the daughter of the most powerful God and that was what made the whole world burn. Sing O goddess, of Hestia's fires, how she left the cruelty of Olympus for a peaceful life - how she gave Prometheus the idea to steal the sacred flames for the mortal world. Sing O goddess, but not of Odysseus or Menelaus, Achilles or Agamemnon. Sing instead of women full of fire. Sing us the torch song which brings wildfire when Goddesses like you are ignored.
Nikita Gill, Great Goddesses 2
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"Just simple days. Simple days of laughing lots and breathing deep and loving with my whole heart and feeling that love back. That’s all I’m really looking for now." - S.C. Lourie
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