On short(ish) hiatus:
I’m taking a bit of a break from Tumblr to recharge and find some positivity in my life! I’ll also be on a trip for a portion of next week so I would’ve been gone anyways.
I will be back by October 9th at the latest!
I’ll bump my (untagged) queue up to 10 posts a day so it’ll be like I’m still here, just with less personal posts.
You can find me on instagram at: musingsofamouse
Thanks so much for the support everyone 💕 Feel free to keep the asks coming, but if they’re time sensitive I’d recommend finding someone else!
I also may pop on occasionally 😘
This is my favorite video of all time, I’m not even exaggerating
The rain, the piano, the view… wow everything made this video my fave
Other People: Man don’t you just hate when you have EMOTIONS and accidentally make a post about it and tell your followers?
Me: HELLO EVERYONE TODAY I HAVE A BROUGHT A CHART TO SHOW YOU TODAY’S FEELINGS SPECTRUM. WE’L START UP HERE WITH MY FAVORITE “HOLY SHIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S A SYMPTOM OF ADHD?”
“Believe in yourself and the world will be at your feet.”
— Swami Vivekananda
(via witchquotes)
I am well aware that polytheism looks ridiculous from the outside; I would like to take this opportunity to assure everyone that it is way more ridiculous from the inside
In all seriousness I took a death and dying course in college for fun and that’s when I fell in love with, and began to seriously study, spontaneous or “street shrines”. These are the organic, unplanned placements of items when someone is killed, generally, and the community almost descends on a spot. I am fascinated by that interfaith, inter-spirit moment of connection fostered. What drives someone to leave the first item? Who guides them there? What do we, as humans, seek from the leaving of a memorial on a place that now hallowed? And we know it is, to some extent, even if we’re not spirit-workers. We have this human need to bear witness, no matter who we are, and over and over again it manifests as this need to build some space, some monument that says “they were here, and now they aren’t here, and we, collectively, of all faiths and walks of life, strangers to each other, will remember them”
We take comfort in, and protect to some measure, that space we create with tea-light candles and stuffed bears and flowers and it just feels like the Right Thing to Do. We rebuild these spaces when they are torn down by authority and we keep building them up and that’s beautiful
Street shrines are TRULY universal, too. They are largely non-verbal but it’s like we just KNOW what to do, like something moves inside all of us and it doesn’t fucking matter if we can’t understand anyone else standing at the site, it’s just a Knowing. It’s phenomenal
One of my professors specializes in this, she wrote a book called Roadside Crosses in Contemporary Memorial Culture about her fieldwork in Texas.
Heatherwitch 