Of Death, Endings And Beginnings. To Be Able To Birth Anew, Over And Over During A Lifetime Is, At The

I made some little fairies out of pressed flowers 🌷

For neos22 who wanted to see my interpretation of the Leviathan

Fairies looking through Gothic Arch, c. 1864 by John Anster Fitzgerald (English, c. 1819–1906)

Dandelion crowns are such a nostalgic ware for so many folks! Remember to pick in later in the season once their pollen has already had its first picks for the bees!  

City of Ankon by Jan Ditlev

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

I see you've noticed my overhead mural of mushrooms. That's myceiling.