When I Was A Kid I Was So Offended When I Found Out There Were Ken Dolls In My Barbie Universe And I

Opalized and Pyritized Ammonite fossil

returning after a few months long break from drawing with the usual ancient greek ladies

don't care + didn't ask + i see beauty in things you wouldn't even begin to ponder

E-Offering for Lady Aphrodite

Yes I'm a feminist and yes I want women to be gentle, nurturing, kind and sensitive. Not because those are female traits but because those are human traits. In fact, I want men to be all those things too. Everyone has their own domain in life and we all contribute in different ways but those acts of love are at the core of our beings and I will never discourage those in another woman in the name of feminism

On the Waves II by Sue Schlabach

A Sanctuary Below by Annie Stegg for MerMay 💚

I had a dream about a forest, far away. I heard the gentle running of water and when I reached the open space behind the trees, I saw a stream. Water rushing, glistening in the light. When I looked beyond it, I saw a statue of a woman. I stepped into the stream, sharp rocks pressing against the soles of my feet. The water was cold up to my ankles. As I crossed the stream and stepped onto the rocks, I felt the cool wind blowing against my wet skin. It was even colder than before, and for a second, I knew I'd felt steadier in the water. I approached the stone statue and kneeled before Her, bowing my head and closing my eyes, listening, to the water and the wind. I stood up once again, the gravel leaving an imprint on my knee. I never looked at Her, but instead pressed my hand against Her. I could've sworn I felt a heartbeat through the rough texture of that cold stone exterior. And I knew to turn back. I felt the earth underneath my feet. It whispered to me. I stepped back into the water, and it felt like coming up for air. And so I followed along, down the stream. Everything was still and serene. Except for the gentle rushing of the stream. And the sound of water falling.