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  1. I took a nap while my son was napping, and I suddenly realized that self sabotage actually isn't what I used to do before. It's what I picked up on, in order to survive the environment, and influenced by it, that I was in before. #ShadowWork #Realization #Healing #Witchy

  2. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  3. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  4. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  5. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  6. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  7. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  8. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  9. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  10. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  11. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  12. The darkness is a mirror of the depths of the soul All that is hidden inside us Our desires and our fears Is projected on the darkness. #satanisim #ShadowWork

  13. Part of healing and growth is shining a light on those things you'd rather keep in the dark, and working through them. I believe in you. Small steps.

    #shineyourlight #shinebright #shadowwork

  14. Part of healing and growth is shining a light on those things you'd rather keep in the dark, and working through them. I believe in you. Small steps.

    #shineyourlight #shinebright #shadowwork

  15. Part of healing and growth is shining a light on those things you'd rather keep in the dark, and working through them. I believe in you. Small steps.

    #shineyourlight #shinebright #shadowwork

  16. Part of healing and growth is shining a light on those things you'd rather keep in the dark, and working through them. I believe in you. Small steps.

    #shineyourlight #shinebright #shadowwork

  17. Part of healing and growth is shining a light on those things you'd rather keep in the dark, and working through them. I believe in you. Small steps.

    #shineyourlight #shinebright #shadowwork