The Ghost Dancer

A haven of magic, musings, poetry and jewelry
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Ludmila Yilmaz
Our hands tell stories. Our hands love one another and give one another the strength to rise up and onward. There is wisdom with our hands, let us keep them close to the earth and within the nourishment there. We become withered with old age, our perceptions wider and larger like the sky above and may our judgments fall downwards like dead petals to be reborn into a deeper reverence for all.

Ludmila Yilmaz

Our hands tell stories. Our hands love one another and give one another the strength to rise up and onward. There is wisdom with our hands, let us keep them close to the earth and within the nourishment there. We become withered with old age, our perceptions wider and larger like the sky above and may our judgments fall downwards like dead petals to be reborn into a deeper reverence for all.

(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via amyisraels)

Fall into Autumn.

Ryan McGinley

Fall into Autumn.

Ryan McGinley

Aela Labbe

Aela Labbe

Francesca Marti

Francesca Marti

Federica Bebber

Federica Bebber

Alison Scarpella

Alison Scarpella

Dedications to the dance of dying leaves
the imprisoned crimson pleading for springs smothering embrace
to wane as the earth’s heavy sigh
slowly subsides
into a snore
only those buried in the leaves can hear
-rhiannon marie

Dedications to the dance of dying leaves

the imprisoned crimson pleading for springs smothering embrace

to wane as the earth’s heavy sigh

slowly subsides

into a snore

only those buried in the leaves can hear

-rhiannon marie