#old magic

i cannot articulate this properly, but the first 27 seconds of 'drink deep' (followed by the rest of the song honestly) feels like a specific almost memory of girlhood where one summer you and your sisters were running through the woods around the house where you chase each other, smell of the wet earth and flora up your noses , trees scratching at your arms and then suddenly something catches at the corner of your eye, and you turn your head and the sun catches a glint between the branches, light filters through, and you look at your sister to make sure she sees it too and she does, she does see it. So you look back and it's moved where all you can see now is the tail end of a gold robe, and it's moving, shifting and forever changing and all you can see are glimpses, sunlight not quite revealing, but hinting at something other in your presence.

If I see something like "she worships the old Gods" like some kind of aesthetic or flex one more time, I'm going to scream and cry. People, at least in typical modern society, clearly don't understand what those words mean anymore. If you did, the planet might not be dying. How about standing up for the desecration of old sacrificial burial sites? How about making a real offering and not just a digital moodboard "offering"? How about going out and doing something for the planet?