#in our mother's garden

[deardiaryproject]

#dear diary 2022 #book 13 #wildhood #shirkers #stay on board #in our mother's garden

[flowerishness]

Aquilegia vulgaris (columbine)

Happy Mother's Day!

Columbines are a wonderful garden flower because they come in so many colors and have such interesting shapes. All of these columbines started blooming this week.

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #columbine #our garden #Happy Mother's Day #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #Vancouver

[la-femme-au-collier-vert]

I was watching In Our Mother’s Garden (2021) on Netflix last night and was surprised to see Dr. Zauditu-Selassie cook for and feed the ancestors at around the 1 hour mark in what fits Dr. Brenda Marie Osbey’s description of an authentic voodoo tradition. Dr. Zauditu-Selassie explains her family of creole descent was matrilineal and “believed in Hoodoo,” though she is now a priest of Obatala in the Lucumi tradition. I understand many of the African diasporic religions share commonalities, though distinct, such as feeding the ancestors, but this is probably the closest to an authentic and respectful depiction that exists out there.

I’ve linked a list of additional resources on Lousiana Voodoo and Hoodoo here.

#Louisiana #voodoo #hoodoo #african traditional religions #In our mother’s garden

[rottendust]

Saw Lanitas 2018 met gala look irl today 🤍

#lana del rey #lizzy grant #lanita #mother #gucci #met gala 2018 #gucci garden #lana del slay #lana is god #lana is our queen #mine

[quotespile]

We are a people. A people do not throw their geniuses away. And if they are thrown away, it is our duty as artists and as witnesses for the future to collect them again for the sake of our children, and, if necessary, bone by bone.

Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens

#literature #quotes #Alice Walker #In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens #quote #books #lit

[mechadress]

Colorado Springs

#garden of the gods #manitou cliff dwellings #nature #colorado #mountains #rocky mountains #our mothers are in town #both of them at the same time #taking them to see the pretty things nearby #this was a lot of driving

[the-casbah-way]

i saw a tiny fox cub today i don't know why it was on its own i hope it is ok i love baby foxes so much i've never seen one in person before it was SO SMALL

#unfortunately i cannot leave food for them because the foxes here have a history of being really difficult with the cats #they have been in fights with justin a few times and they constantly shit in his house and his water bowl #so it doesn't feel safe to have lots of foxes in the garden. but i feel guilty seeing a baby fox alone looking for food #i KNOW they'll eat anything that moves and they will probably be fine because there are LOADS of foxes here and there have been forever #so clearly they're doing alright for themselves. but nowadays i take the cat food in at night and i feel guilty #i hope that baby has a mother or something somewhere and its not on its own :( #i just have an animal caretaker brain that ignores all facts and logic because i see any animal and want to take care of them #i guess that's how i ended up with nine cats. i can't say no to any animal i'm too weak. i want to help them all #does that fox need my help probably not. it will most likely be completely fine animals don't need our help constantly #and it's important to know when we're overstepping #but. baby fox alone :((

[hungry-hobbits]

we watched zone of interest last night and i thought it was a beautiful, well done, and harrowing film.

you can tell a lot of the criticisms for the film are based around the fact that people misconstrue "romanticism" with showcasing how terrible people can continue living normal lives in the face of atrocities - which isn't anything different from your average citizen, it's just that the involvement levels are different.

the unfortunate thing is that terrible people are capable of living normal lives; they fight about their husbands jobs relocating them, they grow gardens, they tell their children bedtime stories - what people dislike about this is that it forces you to remember that every person is capable of the same under certain circumstances, and that kindness is a choice.

#zone of interest #i thought it was beautiful and thoughtful and harrowing #like it was genuinely a wonderfully done movie showcasing just how much people can force themselves to ignore and pretend to be ignorant of #like hedwig arguing with hoss about not being able to stay in their home that is literally in a fenced off corner of auschwitz #the way they were fighting about it felt like something a normal couple would argue about - because to them in some regard #they were a normal couple - the dialogue all felt so natural which added to the horror of whats going on. here's the summer garden and our #pool - meanwhile hedwigs mother flinching every time she hears the guns and dogs because she's not used to it but hedwig isnt phased #she's more so annoyed by the sounds

[tani-b-art]

'In Our Mothers' Gardens'

#In Our Mothers' Gardens #Black women #Koko Zauditu-Selassie #Louisiana #Louisiana culture #Black American culture #Louisiana Creole #Henriette DeLille #Marie Laveau #Hoodoo #Voodoo #Vodou #New Orleans

[luwukass]

oki so i actually didnt get any no votes for my poll yesterday so

lukes favs! october 2023

music (according to my spotify stats, in order of most to least streamed average top 10) songs: glitch, suburban legends, i know places. style, one of your girls troye sivan, i can see you, this is me trying, maroon, you're on your own kid, karma. albums: midnights, red (taylors version), 1989 (taylors version), evermore, folklore, speak now (taylors version), 1989 (stolen unfortanetly), fearless (taylors verstion), reputation, lover. artists: i pretty much only listened to taylor this month lmao these stats arent the most reliable but. taylor swift, troye sivan, marina, bon iver, haim, lana del rey, the national, halsey, ed sheeran, lil nas x.

media podcasts: i just recently started listening to a dnd podcast called gals and goblins im only on ep 2 but its very good so far! i also started listening to swiftlit made by tumblrs own @kingofmyborrowedheart its a taylor swift podcast with literary analysis its very good if youre new to podcasts!!! shows: ive watched a lot of new shows this month mostly with my partners. ive finally started watching avatar the last airbender but i did start watching this back in september but i watched it this month so its on the list, also started watching an anime called castlevania with my bf and everyone in that show is hot so 10/10, ofc i watched the amazing digital cirrus ive seen the pilot maybe four times now and im obsessed with it!!! im not caught up on either of these but i watched the first few episodes of loki s2 and our flag means death s2. ive also finally got back around to watching the boys with nex and we just started s3 and omg its so good, i also did my yearly rewatch of over the garden wall! and ive been rewatching how i met your mother with my bf! movies: most of my movies ive watched this month were on weekly polycule movie nights which were ghostbusters(the og one), beetlejuice, coraline, halloweentown, and all three of the kingsman movies, i also did finish watching the scream movies with a cute girl im flirting with! comics: for comics i just got back into reading comics again so most/all of it was just catching up on my favs! everything is fine by birchall, lovebot by chase keels and miranda mundt, ingrid the plauge doctor by harry amoros, hyperfocus by kip trevor and love me to death by toonimated! books: i also got back to reading this month so i only got back to where i was in rereading the percy jackson books games: i didnt really get to play much this month but it was mostly minecraft, sticky business an indie game about running your own small sticker business, paleo pines another indie game thats a dino farmsim and a tiny sticker tale another indie where you travel around an island helping people with your magic sticker book! lmk if yall have any suggestions for anything!! im really trying to branch out with stuff so dont be afraid to send an ask! 💕

#my posts 💕 #my favs 💕 #taylor swift #troye sivan #gals and goblins podcast #swiftlit podcast #avatar the last airbender #the amazing digital circus #castlevania #loki series #our flag means death #the boys #how i met your mother #over the garden wall #ghostbusters #beetlejuice #coraline #halloweentown #scream series #webtoon comics #minecraft #sticky business #paleo pines #a tiny sticker tale

[flowerishness]

Dracaena trifasciata - formerly known as Sansevieria trifasciata (snake plant, mother-in-law’s tongue)

I’ve always called this plant a Sansevieria but recently all 70 species were reclassified as members of the Dracaena genus. One of the common names for this species is ‘mother-in-law tongue’ which is ironic considering that it makes a perfect bachelor houseplant. Sansevierias require very little care, minimal watering and they seem to positively enjoy being ‘pot bound’.

This species is a desert plant and it only opens the stomata on its leaves at night to avoid unnecessary water loss. Those drops on the leaves are extremely fragrant but they also only turn on the charm at night, to attract moths, their main pollinators. At one point this plant became so fragrant that I considered putting it out on the back porch. During the day, it’s odorless.

We’ve had this specimen for over ten years. It was rescued from a seniors’ facility where it was dying from neglect (even Sansevierias have their limits). We originally had it in our bedroom where it watched the sunrise but it never flowered, and never produced that very distinctive perfume. Three years ago, we moved it to the front room where it can see the sunset. It immediately produced flowers for the first time and now blooms every summer.

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #sansevieria #mother-in-law's tongue #gardening #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #our houseplant #vancouver

[woofety]

#a bit of fry and laurie #stephen fry #hugh laurie #video #I need to include “arse bandit” into my vocabulary I don't know and care how #even if my mother tongue is not english and I don't know living in italy how I am supposed to do it #I just need to find a way 🤣 #btw how do you classify a garden as homosexual? I'm looking at ours to figure it out if it is #mh I'm not sure it is enough 😁 #funsies

[ilaliya]

i suppose, in a way, books made me feel closer to my father when i was living apart from him for the first time.

some of my earliest memories are of me running about my father's library, selecting books at random, and having him read to me.

#from what i have been told my mother was a voracious gardener #our gardens back home in the beyond are just as she left them #i think in a way i was trying not to become a copy of her #i was always told-- by people outside of my family-- how much i resembled her #there is possibly more to this but i no longer wish to unpack that right now #t.

[meatriarchived]

y'know in routes of cc / nosy where nancy does accept maria & lee esp but, honestly, nancy's front garden is so nicely set up and maintained that maria would adore it so much?

but also the fact that johnny's also got the skull hanging over his shack like nancy's got over that front archway leading up to the house is also kinda cute tbh c:

and then its just. the contrast between the front of the house - nancys garden - compared to the back of the property. like, nice, look at all of johnny's trash piles back there hidden out of sight- fdsbk

and then we ignore the jock dying for a moment cause YAY APPLIANCES IN SHACK WE CAN COOK but also the radio for broadcasting purposes :))

#maria vc: 'you know i tried so many times to get away but then Mother accepted me into the family and she now lets me tend to her garden- #i think its a worthy enough trade off' :) #but i cannot WAIT for tuesday why is the weekend taking so long gimmie Mother's house so i can explore it right meow #im gonna screencap the shit outta the house / shack #injury / #blood / #for our poor jock rip in pieces #[ ns ] ── * 𝐇𝐂 / 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. { nancy. }

[femalethink]

When the poet Jean Toomer walked through the South in the early twenties, he discovered a curious thing: black women whose spirituality was so intense, so deep, so unconscious, that they were themselves unaware of the richness they held. They stumbled blindly through their lives: creatures so abused and mutilated in body, so dimmed and confused by pain, that they considered themselves unworthy even of hope. In the selfless abstractions their bodies became to the men who used them, they became more than “sexual objects,” more even than mere women: they became “Saints.” Instead of being perceived as whole persons, their bodies became shrines: what was thought to be their minds became temples suitable for worship. These crazy Saints stared out at the world, wildly, like lunatics—or quietly, like suicides; and the “God” that was in their gaze was as mute as a great stone.

Who were these Saints? These crazy, loony, pitiful women?

Some of them, without a doubt, were our mothers and grandmothers.

In the still heat of the post-Reconstruction South, this is how they seemed to Jean Toomer: exquisite butterflies trapped in an evil honey, toiling away their lives in an era, a century, that did not acknowledge them, except as “the mule of the world.” They dreamed dreams that no one knew—not even themselves, in any coherent fashion—and saw visions no one could understand. They wandered or sat about the countryside crooning lullabies to ghosts, and drawing the mother of Christ in charcoal on courthouse walls.

They forced their minds to desert their bodies and their striving spirits sought to rise, like frail whirlwinds from the hard red clay. And when those frail whirlwinds fell, in scattered particles, upon the ground, no one mourned. Instead, men lit candles to celebrate the emptiness that remained, as people do who enter a beautiful but vacant space to resurrect a God.

Our mothers and grandmothers, some of them: moving to music not yet written. And they waited.

They waited for a day when the unknown thing that was in them would be made known; but guessed, somehow in their darkness, that on the day of their revelation they would be long dead. Therefore to Toomer they walked, and even ran, in slow motion. For they were going nowhere immediate, and the future was not yet within their grasp. And men took our mothers and grandmothers, “but got no pleasure from it.” So complex was their passion and their calm.

To Toomer, they lay vacant and fallow as autumn fields, with harvest time never in sight: and he saw them enter loveless marriages, without joy; and become prostitutes, without resistance; and become mothers of children, without fulfillment.

For these grandmothers and mothers of ours were not Saints, but Artists; driven to a numb and bleeding madness by the springs of creativity in them for which there was no release. They were Creators, who lived lives of spiritual waste, because they were so rich in spirituality—which is the basis of Art—that the strain of enduring their unused and unwanted talent drove them insane. Throwing away this spirituality was their pathetic attempt to lighten the soul to a weight their work-worn, sexually abused bodies could bear.

What did it mean for a black woman to be an artist in our grandmothers’ time? In our great-grandmothers’ day? It is a question with an answer cruel enough to stop the blood.

Did you have a genius of a great-great-grandmother who died under some ignorant and depraved white overseer’s lash? Or was she required to bake biscuits for a lazy backwater tramp, when she cried out in her soul to paint watercolors of sunsets, or the rain falling on the green and peaceful pasturelands? Or was her body broken and forced to bear children (who were more often than not sold away from her)—eight, ten, fifteen, twenty children—when her one joy was the thought of modeling heroic figures of rebellion, in stone or clay?

How was the creativity of the black woman kept alive, year after year and century after century, when for most of the years black people have been in America, it was a punishable crime for a black person to read or write? And the freedom to paint, to sculpt, to expand the mind with action did not exist. Consider, if you can bear to imagine it, what might have been the result if singing, too, had been forbidden by law. Listen to the voices of Bessie Smith, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Roberta Flack, and Aretha Franklin, among others, and imagine those voices muzzled for life. Then you may begin to comprehend the lives of our “crazy,” “Sainted” mothers and grandmothers. The agony of the lives of women who might have been Poets, Novelists, Essayists, and Short-Story Writers (over a period of centuries), who died with their real gifts stifled within them.

—Alice Walker, "In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens."

#alice walker #in search of our mothers' gardens #womanism #feminism #women writers

[cute-st]

In Our Mothers' Gardens (2021) | dir. Shantrelle P. Lewis

#In Our Mothers' Gardens #Shantrelle P. Lewis #netflix #black women