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Sandro Botticelli, detail of the three Graces from “La Primavera”

Wisconsin White Deer Surprised by his own Antlers Shedding

aw hell no

Deer, although graceful and lovely, are fucking morons.

Who among us isn’t surprised when a part of our head flies off

As a southerner raised by rednecks, I can confirm that deer are adorable morons.

I’ve seen deer:

1.) Run from their own baby after it sneezed

2.) Run from a turkey that was chasing another turkey

3.) Run into the only tree in the middle of a field

4.) Run from ITSELF after IT sneezed

5.) Run circles around my house because a Mockingbird was imitating the wheezing sound deer use to verbally communicate a sense of unease

As a side note, as a Texan I can confirm that mockingbirds are total trolls who will also mimic thr sounds of babies crying and phones ringing so deer are definitely not the only ones getting freaked out by them

@bovineblogger I know deer aren’t cows but please

Hat tip @somethingaboutnoodles !

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Stimboard for Wepwawet, opener of the ways, as a digital offering!

~ Ranbob 🕯

Osiris sailing✨

I wanted to draw something relaxing for myself...

Tutankhamun is shown wearing the nemes headdress followed closely by his Ka, as Osiris welcomes him into the Netherworld with an embrace.

The scene from the north wall shows the brown freckling of the paintings that may have resulted when the tomb was hastily painted and sealed, trapping moisture.

Tomb of Tutankhamun (KV62), Valley of the Kings, West Thebes.

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My fields are fertile,

the waters of my inner Nile run clear and fresh.

Arms raised,

I sing my praise to Nut,

and firm my feet on the ground of Geb.

O' Sokar-Wesir,

Shaded King of the Duat,

my ba soars towards you,

guided on a favorable wind.

It is you who emboldens my ka,

and grounds me firmly upon your father's land.

Dua Sokar-Wesir!

Brigit by Laura Ramie

A Prayer to Brighid

Oh Great Brighid,

I am your ingot of iron,

and you are my smith.

What will you forge me into?

Will I be a spear, so that I may pierce darkness?

Will I be a hammer, so that I will build for the community?

Or shall I be a cauldron, so that I may care for your people?

I am iron  and you will forge me into hard steel.

Polish me, so that I may shine in darkness

And be beautiful in your hands.

Bath me in your fire,

and I will be strong!

An Imbolc Prayer for Brighid

“With snow’s first retreat and the heralding of spring’s dawn, We give praise and welcome to you, Brighid. With imbas and tending of flame, We give praise and welcome to you, Brighid. With reed and the cross of your forging, We give praise and welcome to you, Brighid. With poetry and adorations of your deeds, We give praise and welcome to you, Brighid. Welcome, Lady of Poetry, Healing and Creation, Welcome and be celebrated this Imbolc day.” Written by C. McCoy (beardedboggan.tumblr.com or bogganbeliefs.tumblr.com)

Glorious Hestia,

Hearth-keeper of the world. 

Tender of the weary souls, she who lightens the burdens of others.

Fill my heart with your light,

so I may lift others as you do.

Radiant Hestia,

One of home. One of love.

Guide me as I spread your kindness.

As I spread your gentleness.

As I spread your hope. 

Beautiful Hestia,

Guide my hands as I do by you. 

Guide my heart as I love by you. 

Guide my soul as I live by you. 

With events like these, men learned that Dionysos was a god, and they began to honour him ♡

Finished and edited my devotional art for Lord Dionysos! ♡

Fountain of the goddess Diana (Artemis), Royal Palace of Caserta: Reggia di Caserta, Italy.

Statue of Dionysos

Marble copy of an original from the Villa Adriana, Tivoli Italy. 300 BC.

(National Museum of Rome, Italy.)

my own contrapuntal poem based on my favorite Greek drama Helen by Euripides. Inspired by @two-bees-poetry

Persephone and Hades tending the soil after a harvest in order to ensure the bounty of the following year's harvest, maintaining the cycle of death and rebirth.