A beautiful gravestone from master carver Zerubbabel Collins. But at the time I didn't know who he was.
Bennington VT 2016
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A beautiful vision of the soul. It has been crowned with Heaven’s reward and has wings to help it get there.Mrs Joanna Baggs was just 34 when she died in January of 1787. This carver did incredible work.
“Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord”
Ashleyville Cemetery
West Springfield MA 3/25/23
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more thoughts from yesterday's discussion. what a waste of moth flight for the trial, she's a perfect antagonist for leafpool. they're both daughters of a clan leader, they both have a higher connection to starclan, they both discovered an important spiritual place, and they both, in some regard, had to give up their children.
however unlike moth flight, leafpool knew when to ask for help and she wasn't afraid to lean on her family, her children rejected her but she ultimately gave them a better life compared to moth flight, and while moth flight has defined her existence to protecting a cruel law, leafpool could've (and quite frankly should've) been the one to defy and ultimately destroy it.
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Castiel relaxes his body, floating weightless as the water takes him with it, swaying him lightly. Summer is rapidly coming to an end so the water is starting to get colder. He almost shivers at the contrast between its temperature and the heat of the Sun plummeting down on him. He can hear loud conversations all around him, the laughter of kids as they swim around. All is muted, as if he were miles away from the rest of the world, by the lulling sound of the gentle waves around him.
He floats away, head pleasantly blank, at least until he collides with something, or someone, judging by the familiar laugh that follows the clash. That sound always has laughter bubbling up in Castiel's own chest, a warm and fond smile playing with the corners of his mouth.
"Hello Dean." He opens his eyes, squinting at the sudden brightness of the sunlight hitting his eyes, Dean hands him his sunglasses, the one he left, forgotten, on his towel back on the shore.
A wet, cold, hand runs up and down his stomach,making his muscles there jump slightly at the touch, "just wanted to let you know we are thinking about leaving, it's getting late, I also didn't want you to end up floating your way to China," Castiel shakes his head, amused by the exaggeration and theatrical dramatics of such an impossible statement, he changes his position, standing next to Dean, the water reaching his collarbones.
"I'm glad you stopped me before I could see myself in such a predicament, China is a long way from here." Dean simply splashes him, laughing when Castiel does the same thing in retaliation.
They start the way back to the shore, Dean wraps an arm around his shoulders when they get there, Castiel leans heavily against his side, they haven't done much today but he still feels exhausted and ready to go back to the motel room he shares with Dean, who right now is pulling him even closer against his side, "I was sure you were going to turn into a fish had I left you back there for five more minutes."
"I believe the change from angel to human was enough, I don't think I can go through any more transformations."
"Unless the right monster of those nasty ones we hunt bites you, huh."
Castiel rolls his eyes, "I will keep that in mind, don't worry."
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So we got one peice of recent art:
And some really old ones! Which includes:
- several ancients
- some old outdated refs
- Visual Snow (walking corpse bastard)
- and a partridge in a pearl tree!
I remember being really proud of this scavanger one, I might redo it sometime
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The soul, ready for heaven’s flight.
Boston MA 2014
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Aerial view of the Grand Canyon. :: (Lost in USA)
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Heaven and Earth give themselves. Air, water, plants, animals, and humans give themselves to each other. It is in this giving-themselves-to-each-other that we actually live. Whether you appreciate it or not, it is true.Kodo Sawaki (this wonderful quote courtesy of Whiskey River)
[via "Alive On All Channels"]
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every single one of my flights from past year have been impacted by crazy weather i’ve flown in two major hurricanes my flight 2 weeks ago was through a tropical storm and the flight i was supposed to take was later canceled for TORNADOS. and now my flight on sunday is gonna be during a huge blizzard. WHAT DOES IT MEAN.
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