Me To Mother Earth: We Totally Deserve What’s Coming To Us But Are You Ok

How popular is traditional art here? Especially if you can’t take good pictures? 😭

He’s also very shiny! (And the silver is a hint to Artemis)

Study for the head of Apollo painted by Diego Velazquez (1599 - 1660)

Διονυσος <3

aphrodite & venus + art

Even if you can’t hear your deities, they hear you

Even if you can’t see your deities, they see you

Even if you can’t feel your deities, they’re there and they love you

Athena holding Achilles back in the agora, first chant

You know, there’s something poetic in Hades being both the deity and the place. His watching over the deceased is such a big part of the deity that he is also the place the deceased go. It’s so integral to him that he is inseparable from the place.

You want to fall on your knees.

You want to scream and beg about everything, that's wrong. Everything that's right and still wrong. What you should be. What you want to be. How your whole body hurts and the pain seems to go beyond. How it makes the whole world hurt. You plead for death or life or anything but this. You are chocking on your words as you realize... This is not how it works.

And your deity takes your hand. They hold you tight as they say

Do not kneel.

I walk with you. Help you. Teach you all I can. I care for you. But do not kneel in front of me and plead.

You have to stand so I can walk with you.

The Archangel Raphael Taking Leave of the Tobit Family painted by Rembrandt (1606 - 1669)

He’s with me.

He’s with me as I roll on the floor and scream out my heart, tossing around my hair and letting my voice ring out. His voice rings out with mine, clawing the ground alongside me, relishing in wild emotion.

In the feels of dancing. Vigorous motion of my own design, He dances with me. Curls unable to be tamed and eyes that hold a wild desire. Living in the moment of pure ecstasy and love for the art.

In the lows, in the darkness of the most grim corners. In the seemingly forgotten, in the instinct for survival.

In the highs, in the most colorful scenery. Senses filled with a glorious awakening, instinct for living life.

He’s with me.

{ Original Poem for Dionysus }