Every little bit of this necklace has some iridescence or shine. Or both! Every piece is a mermaid’s treasure, and you can have them all in one necklace.
RIGHT so when I started my sociology course in college, my teacher stated us off with
‘well I guess we have to do icebreakers. i’m Jon, and I fear bears. why do I fear bears? because bears can run at 30 miles per hour and Chester Zoo is 30 miles away. that means a bear can be outside this door in an hour. why would a bear be here? because they can smell fear and I fear them.’
your skin keeps me awake:
collarbones dripping,
arms like live wires,
calculating fingertips
tangling in wet hair
As we approach the Holiday season, think about those less fortunate, and the what the reality of being less fortunate means for millions of American citizens (ie fellow humans) as laid out by the incomparable @seananmcguire
the main difference between centipedes and millipedes is their level of respectfulness and elegance. millipedes are stately,long,calm. centipedes arent afraid to cause a problem.
Millipedes are polite hotdogs that respect your personal space. Centipedes (whether in classic hellspawn nightmare form, or “old man eyebrow” form) are rude, think everywhere is their personal playground, and are probably involved in organized crime.
Millipedes donate to charity and volunteer in homeless shelters
Centipedes commit tax fraud and literally steal candy from babies
But then sometimes what you need most is a 20-second-long animated short about a very small, outrageously cute little spider named Lucas. Lucas the fuzzy wee spooder is the work of animator Joshua Slice. Slice had his young nephew, also named Lucas, provide the voice for his adorable arachnid creation:
I am all for love, but if somebody is unwilling to listen, to work with you, to help you, to give you basic human rights, your love will do nothing but make them think they’re better than you, that they deserve your praise. Your love will only make things worse. Until they are willing to love you back, you cannot afford to give them love.
I need to make those epithet posts on my personal worship. Until then, here are these!
Zeus of the Flower Crown
(I’ve talked about that on a different blog a long while ago) I don’t know why, but the thought of Zeus wearing a flower crown really makes me feel… I’m not sure. Like it’s right. I can see one of His children coming up to Him, and giving it to him in place of a gilded laurel wreath, and Him graciously accepting it. I love it so much, it makes me feel like He ismy father and I can look to Him for love.
Hera of Chickadees
This is a long story, but basically, I was feeling really down, and a chickadee landed when I asked for a sign to keep going. I have always attributed it to Hera.
Aphrodite of Fluttering Wings
There is something so soft and beautiful about the fluttering of wings. I immediately think of a dove, just stretching and waving its little wings. So sweet.
Athene of New Beginnings
Starting new things, especially skill/academic things, is super hard. I feel that Athene is a goddess of pursuance towards excellence, and definitely someone that could help push you to go farther, to get even better, and do what you have the ability to.
Hermes of Collections
I think He would like bits and bobs and odds and ends, so naturally, He could be a collector. I have a few collections (crystals, knick knacks, etc) and I always feel like He enjoys them with me.
Apollon of Sideways Smiles
I picture Apollon as a somewhat serious Theos, however, I do think He smiles. And when He does, it must be so awesome, so gorgeous. And I also feel that it’s sideways, a little quirky.
Artemis of Forgotten Tasks
I doubt Artemis looses her focus for very long, being a Huntress, and a protector. So I look to Her when I think I have forgotten something, or need help remembering an item on my to-do-list.
Hestia of Laundry Detergent
My whole house smells like Gain. I swear by it. It reminds me of home, and thus it reminds me of Hestia. Everything about the smell screams ‘family’ to me.
Dionysos of Syrup
There is so much sweetness in syrup. It’s like wine, but for people that don’t drink (not really, but y’know). I associate it with Him because it’s so rich and honestly, eating it is euphoric.
Poseidon of Sturdy Walls
He is the Theos of Earthquakes, is He not? I feel that He has definitely influenced builders and their ability to create strong foundations and earthquake-proof buildings. But that’s just me.
Hephaistos of Stone-Cutters
Like granite. I walked into a granite selling place, and it totally reminded me of Hephaistos. The way it looked, all dusty and full of potential, and the sounds, even. It was a really cool place.
Ares of the Children
I feel like Ares’ fighting spirit was definitely instilled in some children. Their strong will, combined with passionate emotions reminds me of Ares. I love it, seeing His influence at work. It isn’t a bad thing. It’s an interesting thing.
Demeter of Long Hugs
Okay but can’t you see Demeter holding Persephone in Her arms, reluctant to let go? I sure can. So I associate Demeter with long hugs, especially from parents or guardians or awesome people in general.
Hekate of
Surreal Places
I don’t know why, but crossroads have always been super weird to me. You have a choice, and you must make it to continue. That’s surreal, and so are other spots. I say Hekate instills some of Her power in those place.
For lack of better candidates, someone’s parents jokingly named the Norse God Loki as the child’s godfather. He decides to take this seriously.
The whole thing got started because my
dad was a professor of Norse Mythology.
When I was born he and mom had both just gotten jobs at a new
university, which meant moving to a new town where my parents didn’t
know anybody. That was my dad’s excuse for naming an ancient
Scandinavian trickster god as my godfather.
He claimed it made sense at the time; apparently I was something
of a trickstery child myself, always getting out of my playpen and
into strange places, or making rude noises at hilariously inopportune
times, or crying for no discernible reason and laughing for no better
one. Plus, it was pretty soon apparent that I had inherited my
grandmother’s bright red hair. So my dad liked to call me a child
of Loki, which amused my mom. It didn’t amuse her so much when he
told her dad, after he got a bit too pushy about me not having a
godparent yet, that in fact I did have someone looking after me and
his name was Loki Laufeyson.
Still, even my mom didn’t expect
anything more to come of that than a bit of a row when my grandfather
got home and looked a few things up, so they were both completely
stunned when Loki himself showed up on the doorstep a few hours
later.
I was much too young to remember that
particular meeting, but from what I found out later, I can imagine
something of how it went. Loki would have looked like a tall, lean
man with hair like fire. Not red hair like mine, which isn’t even
really red but orange-ish; this was hair in licks of red and orange
and yellow, really like fire. He would have had eyes like fire opals,
strange and glittering from one color to the next. And he would have
had scars running along the tops of and bottoms of his lips, little
rows of puncture marks, white and old but still clearly visible. But
the rest of him would have looked handsome and charming, like a movie
star, only better. He would have looked like what movie stars dreamed
of looking like, and he would have flashed my mom a brilliant
gleaming grin when she opened the door.
The Carving Witch 