sleepy, oh so sleepy, oh so comfy Aphrodite

Art by Daniel Miyares (source)

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us, listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome, Yule! ~The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper

Originally created for the @aspeczine!

uses dirt taken from a nearby crossroad

Please accept this praise and devotion.

Hi everyone! I know I don't post often but I did this bust of my Apollo lastly and I really love it very much ✨🫶🏻

shells

As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Lord Dionysus, God of death and rebirth, liminality, transformation, ressurection, reincarnation, crossing the veil, life after death, eternal soul, traveller of the Underworld.

"The leaves are falling, the harvest is done. Samhain arrives with the setting sun. The bonfire is lit and offerings ready. The smell of the incense makes me feel heady. This is the time the veil is thin, From the Otherworld, we call our kin. Ancestors one and all, We ask you now to hear our call And on and on the reciting goes. One by one, the clans arrive And soon the party begins to jive. In typical reunion style, We party on for a long while. Singing and dancing, stories and boasts, Interspersed with many toasts. And all too soon the party ends. We say goodbye to our departed friends. To the Otherworld they return, Until the year makes another turn. And as the fire begins to burn." poem by Debbie Gent

"he who guides the souls of the dead as they embark on their journey between lives." An ephitet for Hermes Psykhopompós

Oedipus and the sphinx 🌿

Hail! Hail! Hail! The grapes have been gathered! The wine has been pressed! The casks have been opened! Hail to Dionysus and Hail to Bacchus, watch over our celebration and bless us with merrymaking! Hail! Hail! Hail!

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