#espirituality

[lozoyasblog]

#Podriamos ser amigos

[somos-amor-luz]

Léelo otra vez.

[jr--rodriguez]

[kamiiri]

“You live here?” Ripp marveled, spinning around in a circle.

Ophelia explained, “I do now. Some woman practically gave it to me for free.”

“That sounds extremely legit and not at all sketchy,” he said.

“Right?”

Emily walked in the master bedroom where they stood now, removing a pair of vibrantly cliché rubber cleaning gloves, and smiled at Ripp, pleased to greet a new guest. “Hello there! My, don’t you two look happy!”

“Emily, this is Ripp,” Ophelia said. “One of my best friends in the whole world. We haven’t seen each other in a few years.”

Ripp enveloped Emily’s small hand in his and shook it, lowering the tone of his voice to say, “Very nice to meet you, Emily.”

“You as well,” she replied.

[beingstorm]

Cr: Marcos Alvarado

[m0chrwxx]

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[victormalonso]

incendio espiritual | spiritual fire | photo and words by víctor m. alonso

[arde el cielo en el espacio infinito y atlántico del anhelo]

[the sky burns in the infinite and Atlantic space of longing]

[jenn0ksblog]

No quiero equivocarme, no quiero que nadie intente plagiar tu imágen.

[guy60660]

Casa de Retiro Espiritual | Emilio Ambasz | studio_magga

[acqua-marine]

[amarumbandista]

Os orixás não farão nada por você. Eles proverão as energias necessárias para você mesmo executar seu destino. O axé é deles, mas a jornada é sua.

[tiempoydestino]

En esta transmutación continua que es la vida encontré que no todo ser es de fiar y no todo mundo es mi hogar.

[ritadcsc]

Diariamente, nosso coração tem sido exposto a muitos ruídos. É preciso que voltemos a guardá-lo, seja eliminando esses barulhos ou abrindo os nossos ouvidos espirituais.

Fernanda Witwytzky em Para mães ansiosas, p. 47

[bemybaebaebae]

Brandon Espiritu

[kamiiri]

Ophelia finally brought over the last of her belongings from the Meetinghouse. She was beginning to settle into the estate, despite the strange circumstances that led her there. It was nice to have a real bedroom again. She even liked having Emily around. She seemed sweet. And life had been kind of lonely.

With nothing else left to sort out, she decided to bust open her mother’s assorted paperwork and documents again while Emily made dinner. She wasn’t sure if there would be anything of importance hidden in there, but there was only one way to find out. Hopefully this time she wouldn’t be interrupted by Olive.

Sitting at her newly-thrifted kitchen table, Ophelia began to read. There was nothing interesting at first. She’d seen her mother’s will before. There were a few property deeds. Blah, blah, blah, boring.

But then a photograph caught her eye. In it, there were two young children—the smaller one was Ophelia, and the other was a foggy memory from her past. Hoping to remember who the frowning child was, she flipped the image over and read the name written on the back. It was a name she hadn’t thought of since she was very young. It was the name of her cousin.

Barry Specter.