#Irene Glasse

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Signal boost time:

Sunday December 8, 2024, beginning 9:45am EST

"Fundraiser Tickets go on sale Nov 1st!

A full day of Online Workshops and more.

Proceeds go to 'BeLoved Asheville' for Hurricane Helene Relief of Western NC"

https://facebook.com/events/s/fulacht-na-mor-rioghna-cooking/1479556669421347/

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As we all know, Hurricane Helene caused an extreme amount of damage to Asheville, NC and the surrounding area, damage that the residents weren't expecting or prepared for.

The Fulacht Na Mór Ríoghna fundraiser event is being held on Sunday Dec 8 to help raise funds for this community, with a whole slew of notable speakers throughout the day, including both Live and Pre-recorded sessions.

If you are interested and able to donate, I highly encourage it! We are all one witch/pagan community here, no matter where we live. Support Asheville and help them get back on their feet.

Fundraiser Hosts:

NC local, Sam "Bo" Thompson, magical blacksmith at Ravens Keep Forge, and author of "Metal Never Lies: An Introduction to Metal Magic", is a priest of the Morrígan and puts a great deal of energy into both his magical and smith craft while also teaching in his community. The magical items he forges for use in people's spiritual paths are beautiful, and he's an all around great guy. (His wife's tea shop, The Grove Teas and Botanical Gifts is one of my favorites as well!) You can follow Sam on Instagram @ravenskeepforge.

The Tuatha Dé Morrigan is a group that honors the Morrigan, the Irish goddess of battle and sovereignty. They host a yearly retreat for witches, pagans and anyone who is interested in learning more about this Goddess regardless of background or path, known as the Morrigan's Call Retreat.

[hedgewitchgarden]

For many pagans, the desire for deeper connection and communion with the world around us is what drew us to paganism in the first place. We sense that the land we live on is more than an address. Our region has history, foods and flavors that are native or naturalized to this specific place, and a unique sacred rhythm of the passage of seasons.

Many pagans are also animistic. We see the land as more than an arrangement of cells: it is sentient and enspirited in a very real way. For most pagans, our spiritual practice is a combination of history, tradition and geographic location.

Our High Holidays follow the ebb and flow of the seasons. Right now, we are between two of our harvest holidays: Harvest Home (sometimes called Mabon) on the autumnal equinox and Samhain on Oct. 31. Both holidays celebrate harvests of different kinds and include customs that involve food. What we eat and the intention with which we do so can be a profound source of connection. When we gather our ingredients locally, we are intentionally connecting to the land we live on.

It’s been so heartening to see the local food movement gaining steam. Here in Frederick, several of our grocery stores carry local produce and this region is home to an abundance of Farmer’s Markets. Along with those resources, pick-your-own orchards and farms are in full swing and offer opportunities for wonderful outings. You can pick ingredients for an autumnal feast, wander through a corn maze, enjoy some apple cider and more all in one stop.

Right now, our region is lush with fall fruits and veggies: apples, persimmon, and pears, brassicas like broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and cauliflower, root veggies like fennel, kohlrabi, leeks, turnips and onions, winter squash like pumpkin, butternut, and acorn, and delicious greens like chard, collards, and spinach, and so much more. With such a varied bounty, planning a menu that incorporates local ingredients offers an abundance of choice.

Creating a feast that celebrates the season, land, and our place within it begins with choosing recipes. What foods do you think of as autumnal? Are there particular flavors or ingredients that stand out? Or, are there some fall fruits or vegetables you’re curious about but haven’t tried cooking yet? Recipes can be traditional, familial, or regional. Our region is the unceded, ancestral land of the Piscatway-Conoy tribe. One wonderful way to connect to the history of our land is to look up First Nations recipes and incorporate them into your celebration.

While you’re cooking, take time to imagine all the different people who helped grow and raise the ingredients you’re using and feel gratitude for their work. Visualize the full meal and the result you’d like it to have: everyone gathered around the table, laughing and talking. Stir, measure, chop, and baste intentions and gratitude into the food as you go. The act of preparing a dish, or a full meal, can be profoundly spiritual when approached from a place of intention and focus.

Another way pagans prepare for a feast is through how we decorate our homes and feasting tables for the holiday (or season) we’re celebrating. Consider gathering some natural, autumnal items from the environment around you: acorns, pine cones, autumn leaves, small winter squash and fall flowers can all be incorporated in general home decor as well as table decorations. The colors we tend to use are all autumnal: browns, golds, russets and deep oranges.

As you sit down to your feast, take a moment to feel gratitude for the food on the table and the company around you. Contemplate your place in the turning of the season and the way autumn is present in your life right now. If your dining companions are open to it, share some of your favorite aspects of this change of seasons or talk about a few things you’re grateful for. Adding a blessing can be a wonderful way to remind everyone that dining together on a feast day is both joyous and sacred. You can create your own blessing for your gathering, speak extemporaneously, or use a preexisting blessing.

The blessing my family uses (and you are welcome to adopt it):

Blessed the seed that grew from dark Earth

Blessed the fruits of the harvest

Blessed the hands that made us this food

And may blessings be upon us

May your autumn be blessed with delicious food, joyful company, and deep connection.

Irene Glasse is president of the Frederick Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans, offering events, rituals, classes and workshops to a large, vibrant community, including Frederick’s Pagan Pride Day. She is a pagan religious professional and serves communities throughout the Mid-Atlantic region as a minister, teacher, musician and community organizer.

[bebemoon]

look for the name IRENE (requested by @deep-ins1de) | altuzarra "stunt" reversed knit maxo dress in brown, maison margiela tabi knee-high boots in brown (a/w 2oo3), prada light tortoiseshell eyeglasses (c. 2ooo's), prada "amber" eau de parfum (released 2oo4) (bergamot, mandarin orange, patchouli, rose, warm sandalwood, vanilla), celine "gancini" black leather handbag w/ gold chain and strap

[throneofsapphics]

Congrats on 2K followers!🥳 chai maple cinnamon x reader please

summary: rowan, forced proximity, with spice

warnings: light smut-ish, modern!au

a/n: thank you so much!!!

coffee bar celebration

You hated your coworker … sometimes. But right now, with your back pressed against the cool metal, his body towering over yours, it was a little difficult to hate him. The ride to the top floor was long, just enough that his hand slipped up your skirts, the camera off in the corner. You groaned as long fingers slid between your folds, one slipping deep inside and curling, hitting the spot you fucking loved. He knew your body, you could say that.

He gripped your chin tightly, forcing your chin up. Your eyes met, stormy emerald drawing you in.

What you didn't hate, was how your body reacted to him. He knew that too well, and frequently used it against you.

The elevator jolted, his hand gripped your arm tightly, keeping you steady, jolted again, and stopped.

“Oh you're kidding me,” you cursed and stepped around him, shaking off his grip. Pressing every button, jamming your finger into them desperately, nothing moved. You were going to be late to your meeting, then your boss would absolutely find a way to pin it on you, especially because Whitethorn, his favorite, would be late too.

“Stop,” his rough tone made you pause, finger poised just above another button.

Cautiously, he gripped your shoulders and moved you to the side, instead pressing the call help button.

He spoke to the voice on the other side for a few minutes, going back and forth and explaining details.

“The fire department is coming,” he finally relayed to you, as if he'd known you zoned out, “we might want to get comfortable.”

As if you could actually be comfortable around him. If anyone could. Even your past trysts had been fraught with tension, never a dull or relaxing moment, except those sweet few minutes after he'd let you rest your head on his chest before it was time to leave.

Ten minutes must've passed before either of you spoke from your respective corners, and surprisingly it was him who broke the silence.

“Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

He gestured to your…chest. You looked down, your crossed arms had pushed your breasts up, you'd unknowingly undone a few of the buttons, or maybe they'd always been that way.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” you shrugged. Content to ignore him.

Whitethorn was not content with that. With something eerily like a growl, he stalked across the small space, each step seeming to last forever, and planted his hands above your head. Hand gripping your chin again, he tilted your head to the side, exposing the arch of your neck. His other hand trailed down your skin, stopping just above the curve of your breasts.

“Ridiculous,” he snarled, and left a kiss where your neck and shoulder met, before retreating a few steps, shaking his head.

“What's ridiculous?” You shot back at him,

“How fucking irresistible you are. How I can't get enough of you. How HR is going to write me up for this.”

He jerked his chin to the camera in the corner, now blinking red.

[the-uncanny-dag]

Dolorian yuri headcanon: they were exactly like KimHarry, but in the setting of Enlightenment-esque absolute monarchy. Meaning Queen Irene was a little freak in disguise of a robotically efficient boring normie & Dolores was a political genius standing behind the weirdest fucking woman the court of Suresne has ever seen

[holmesoldfellow]

Sherlock Holmes ornaments by De Carlini Ltd Ed

[orangeeeeeeel]

[imasradiantasthesun]

Ez’s Hunger Games aesthetics, part 17: Victors of the 30s (part 2 of 2)

Seeder Chapman of District 11, Victor of the 31st Games

Dylan Kahale of District 4, Victor of the 32nd Games

Beetee Latier of District 3, Victor of the 33rd Games

[lovelyllamasblog]

Sandra Castle

Parent's Story: The Glass Mountain

Powerful Qualities: Loving, romantic, trustworthy

Roommate: Rosalie Peyton

Secret Heart’s Desire: I would love to live somewhere closer to the ground. I love my castle, but living on a mountain made of glass is pretty terrifying sometimes you know?

My “Magic” Touch: Because I grew up on a mountain made of glass, my steps are very dainty and quiet. Trust me, the last thing you want is a whole mountain to have one tiny crack in it.

Storybook Romance Status: I know as much as the next princess that every girl in EAH has a crush on Daring Charming, but Ben Bernhardt is pretty cute right?

“Oh Curses!” Moment: My steps are so quiet, I sometimes scare people by accident.

Favorite Subject: Castle Design

Least Favorite Subject: Experimental Fairy Math

Best Friends Forever After: Alanna Dale, Irene of Augen, and Sweetie Plumfairy.

Pet: Ola the Eagle

[rainmacaroni]

Probably my favorite Irene look  

[artbytesslyn]

Loveeee what they’ve been doing with the Darkholme-Adlers don’t get me wrong. but good lord they need to decide what Irene actually looks like

[aria0fgold]

Honestly, putting my name as Josephandre in a discord server with my glasses Cain Knightley pfp is so dopamine inducing. I love having Josephandre as a name.

[throneofsapphics]

omg i love this! could i get a yerbaa mate with maple and pumpkin spice + cold foam and cinnamon please? ty!!

summary: dark, fated, rowaelin, with spice

warnings: more implied sexual content than super descriptive, dark!rowaelin

a/n: thank you!! I'm having so much fun with these, I hope you enjoy!

coffee bar celebration

The gods hated you. It was the only reasonable explanation. Fate. A stupid idea, you preferred the term 'cursed' in this situation, considering you were bound to two psychotic individuals for the rest of your eternal, miserable life.

Maybe you were being a tad pessimistic.

Despite all of the evidence pointing to the contrary, you hoped they couldn't really be that bad.

Hands bracing the balcony railing, you glanced out at Orynth from your gilded prison. Courtiers, guards, and two mates who desired nothing more than to keep you here for their amusement, under guise of your protection.

But you had a plan, a way out that had to work. The alternative was too much to bear.

“You can't hide a thing from us, you know that,” a female voice, amused, said from behind you. “Each traitorous emotion, you shove right down our bond.”

“You don't know they're traitorous,” the words gave you away, but you didn't care. That last light, the last tendril of hope winked out. Spinning around fast enough a mortal would be dizzy, you faced the female who haunted your dreams and nightmares. “What do you want?”

“That's no way to greet your mate,” she cooed, stalking forward. Eyes tracking behind her, you spotted Rowan in the open doorway, gazing right ahead to you. Swallowing, you refocusing on the somehow-more-intimidating figure in front of you.

“I have nothing to say to you,” oh but there was so much you wanted to.

“Liar,” Rowan's voice echoed. He was right, but you wouldn't tell him that, not as he was stalking towards you, stopping just at Aelin's shoulder, a veritable wall in front of you. Blocking you from the world, the only escape a deep plummet behind.

He pointed to his chest, where he knew you felt the tight golden string winding them together too.

”You belong to us now, you'll belong to us forever and always,” he snarled the last word. Words that could've been romantic, book-worthy, turned into a threat.

“Maybe we need to show you more,” Aelin mused, reaching out for your hand. You didn't reach for her, but she wrapped her fingers around yours anyway, tugging you inside.

This part, you didn't have to fake. You enjoyed it, every second of it despite how wrong you knew it was for you.

So you let Aelin lead you to the bed, let her strip your clothes off as you shed yours. Let your teeth and tongue meet in a battle of wills, turning over your shoulder to engage Rowan, the bed turned into a battlefield.

[asanasterisk]

[publishingwhispers]

Any idea what just happened at the Irene Goodman Agency? Looks like a whole bunch of their agents (most of whom work on kidlit, including Victoria Marini and Natalie Lakosil) split and started their own agencies? And is it just me or is there a fair amount of agency implosion/drama recently?

As far as I've heard, it's nothing red-flaggy. Irene Goodman is just gearing up to retire (allegedly? IDK if this is common knowledge or just an open secret) so a bunch of the agents have divided up to start their own agencies. There are 3 agencies launching out of IGLA's ashes.

Looking Glass Lit

Highline Literary Collective

Word One Literary

Even though the agencies are technically new, all of the agents have experience from being at IGLA and other literary agencies, so I think these places are safe to query at least for now! Of course, always do your research on the individual agent you are querying too.

[orangeeeeeeel]

yoo mischief makers reference