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hidefdoritos · 2 months ago
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[ID: Multicolored sunlight filtering through the stained glass window in a late gothic cathedral.]
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#I remember the trips thru the cathedrals most vividly from anything in. Germany#seeing “soli deo gloria 1482” etched into an upstairs wall#seeing the trinity represented in stained glass#seeing how real people made stone look like living plants and then made it part of the ceiling#watching the vaulted arch structure develop over time#going past Wernerskappelle on the river and looking straight thru the building where all the stained glass used to be#knowing they still have concerts and council meetings in that great space#seeing a rebuilt church whose stones still have scorch marks from the bombs in WWII#listing to the way the stone echoes every noise#how cool it is inside in the summer#the statue of st. bartholomew (?) tearing his cloak in half#singing Elaine Hagenburg's 'Alleluia' in the exact center of a cathedral and hearing four seconds of echo when we were done#seeing people discover how to stack rocks all the way up to heaven without them falling down#I'm not catholic but they went off with the aesthetics#the way that art and construction weren't at odds with one another#they didn't frame a house and then send in an interior decorator#the stone pillars that hold up the ceiling got carved specificaly to receive the iron that frames the stained glass windows#the amount of time and work and money and skill that went in#these masses that used to be mountains have been pulled out of the earth and thrust up again to the heights#and they are spaces of spiritual beauty#for mourning for celebrating for weddings and funerals and desperate prayers and effervescent rejoicing and faithlessness and apathy and#questions and answers and unanswered questions#a space for the worship of God's mystery#a place where my doubts are met by the God who let doubting Thomas put a hand in his side#christianity#sorry XLBN i hope this filters cortectly for you
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euphorictruths · 3 months ago
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earthjournalbyawildrose · 1 year ago
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gāiā .:. @earthjournalbyawildrose
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divine-nonchalance · 5 months ago
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Cassiopeia's Crown . by Slonaut . Belgium . 2023
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morelanaxu · 8 months ago
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thestarssentme · 12 days ago
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~The Stars Sent Me~
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swordheld · 1 year ago
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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rashomon-vu · 5 months ago
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mori memorias
non somnia
die with memories not dreams
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cocoabuttavasa · 8 months ago
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three’s a charm 🪄
with love,
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cloudsndreamsxo · 7 months ago
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divinewomenart · 2 months ago
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💋beauty pageant fit for a goddess 💋
goddess invite only 💌
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spiritsurfers · 4 months ago
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Male Lyran 🦁 starseeds --> cuddly but fierce 💙
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euphorictruths · 8 months ago
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Dark Moon- T3
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moonhedgegarden · 11 months ago
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✨Upon the altar's embrace, roots intertwine with purpose, grounding us in the whispers of earth. Through flame and elements, focus blooms—a dance where intention finds its rooted home.
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divine-nonchalance · 4 months ago
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HEART AND SOUL . Slonaut . 2024 . Belgium
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ankhmeanswombman · 1 year ago
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Protecting your aura (mentally and physically) in this satanic world makes a lot of sense and will pacify your eternal soul and block the world's constant babbling from your energy-sphere.
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