Dionysian/Delphic Paganism, Shaivism, Queer culture, Nerdom, and Madness
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“Most of the time the universe speaks to us very quietly in pockets of silence, in coincidences, in nature, in forgotten memories, in the shape of clouds, in moments of solitude, in small tugs at our hearts.”
— Yumi Sakugawa (via spirituallyminded)
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Margaret Atwood, from a journal entry featured in Early Essays & Journals
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“August arrives with / rust, persists in summer weeds, / mind on September”
— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 9 August 2019
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August is for hopeless romantics, for the ones who always feel like they’re never good enough, for the ones who love getting flowers, for the ones who can drink endless iced coffees, for the ones who love reading rom-com books, for the ones who find joy in small moments, for the ones who love with their whole heart, for the ones who live for the hope of it all.
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Prayer to Dionysus for hard times
This prayer was written by me, and is part of a series of prayers to recite when going through rough times. Everyone is going through the ringer right now, given the state of everything, so hopefully this can help you get through some tough things too. Enjoy!

Praise be to Dionysus, boisterous brother of many Olympians,
God of revelry and wine, the bringer of gladness,
You who bestows joy into the hearts of men,
I call to you in this hour of need!
O Lord Dionysus, the deliverer from anguish,
I pray that you gladden my heart with your whimsy,
Showing that, even in the pits of depression and strife,
There is always some lightness to be found in the dark.
Take me by the hand so that I may join your rollicking dance,
Forgetting all my worries, even for a moment,
So that I may truly unwind and enjoy the beauty that is my brief life!
You, O generous god, the giver of unmixed wine,
Are a testament to all mortals that fun can be found even in pain,
And that the joys of life, however simple, are worth living for;
Imbue my heart with these lessons,
And may I continue to dance even when you have left,
Knowing that despite all, I must continue on,
And can have fun while doing so.

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Poem of the Soul - Sunrays (Poème de l'âme 13: Rayons de soleil) by Louis Janmot (1854)
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Ken Salaz - Trinity over Walden, 2025 - Oil on canvas
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““…candied plums, figs, oranges, and apricots with fine gold leaf, and more gold was being smoothed onto sweet biscuits of fried dough cut into witty shapes and drenched in spiced syrup and rosewater.””
— Philip Kazan, “Appetite.” (via lesgardenias)
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"He who begets something which is alive must dive down into the primeval depths in which the forces of life dwell. And when he rises to the surface, there is a gleam of madness in his eyes because in those depths lives cheek by jowl with life. The primal mystery is itself mad - the matrix of the duality and the unity of disunity."
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Moodboard for my Lord Dionysus 🐆🏺🌿
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