cereal milk

canonizedandotherwise:

The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ and the Life of Bishop Selama, Around AD 1855, Tigray, Ethiopia

canonizedandotherwise:

The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ and the Life of Bishop Selama, Around AD 1855, Tigray, Ethiopia

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It’s my first real (2 day) weekend in a couple of weeks. Woke up early, turned on this song, made coffee, eggs, & biscuits for the Mr. and myself. I fed the goldfish & hens, and now I’m going back to bed. xo

canonizedandotherwise:

Chludov Psalter, 9th century

canonizedandotherwise:

Chludov Psalter, 9th century

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"Leviticus is the ugly step-daughter of the Old Testament—easily forgotten, overlooked, and untouched like an unclean woman. Except when Leviticus is useful. It’s useful when you want to pluck a few convenient verses out of context from the book to condemn and humiliate and justify hatred. Or when a parent wants to keep his/her child from getting a tattoo. Such “uses” of Leviticus are defilement. When you use a biblical book only to condemn but ignore it otherwise, that’s bibliolatry. You are defiling God’s word by using it wrongly and selectively. When you ignore a book filled with important (but difficult) theology only to appeal to it when it’s convenient, you are abusing it. This is biblical pornography—putting selected verses on display in a way that defiles them and uses them for your own perverted purposes."
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Leviticus Defiled: The Perversion of Two Verses (via azspot)

" ‘This is biblical pornography—putting selected verses on display in a way that defiles them and uses them for your own perverted purposes.’"

Holy mother of God, YES! I love this!

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conelradstation:

Otis Redding, Cigarettes and Coffee


The Mr. has returned from his travels at last. xo

veneratione:

If one engages in critique in isolation from those who are victims of social systems, critique can become despairing and cynical…. Middle-class numbness is a luxury of being able to avoid direct contact with victims.

—from Feminist Ethic of Risk, Sharon Welch

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This beautiful pendant from Jamie Spinello finally arrived. Her work always takes longer than estimated- just order it & forget about it, honestly- but it’s SO worth it. I have one of her “cage rings” too. Her stuff is pretty much the only jewelry I buy these days.

This beautiful pendant from Jamie Spinello finally arrived. Her work always takes longer than estimated- just order it & forget about it, honestly- but it’s SO worth it. I have one of her “cage rings” too. Her stuff is pretty much the only jewelry I buy these days.

I assume it’s not uncommon to disassociate on some level (or at least have the feeling you’re “out of your body” or something) during major life events, particularly if a crowd is involved. And that’s probably ok. But it occurs to me that I was, for once, firmly within my very own body for the duration of my wedding. I may have experienced a sensation of floating, at times I under/overestimated the passage of time, and in general I was in a daze. Nevertheless, I was not watching myself from a corner, not imagining how I appeared to anyone. It’s a small miracle, considering that I am A. a woman who B. has experienced trauma & subsequently disassociates on occasion and who C. already gets anxious about crowds and attention in general, nevermind being the bride
Anyway, no wedding is “perfect” but this is a thing about that day I’m grateful for.

the-seraphic-book-of-eloy:

Creation - Bible historiale, Guyart des Moulins, 1411

the-seraphic-book-of-eloy:

Creation - Bible historiale, Guyart des Moulins, 1411

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scarymarymusic:

The Dixie Cups - Chapel of Love


When I was small and everything was mysterious and new, I thought the Dixie Cups were singing

"going to the jackal and we’re
gonna get married
going
to the jackal
of love”


I was very young. I knew “church” but not “chapel.” And I knew that a jackal- like, the animal- probably wouldn’t be involved in a wedding, but maybe it was a figure of speech, like “going to the dogs” only positive. With all the talk of birds singing & bells ringing, “going to the jackal” sounded like something you climbed a grassy hill in order to do. I imagined a tiny church with those ringing bells, birds all around, a grove of trees, the sun. Like in the song, or a child’s drawing.

But the Jackal of Love was more than a bit ominous, too. Not everyone went to the jackal to be married. To go to the jackal was to approach a dangerous mystery. Just the two of you and the jackal, whatever or wherever that was- some presence or event or person, some third thing. A darkness. A secret unknowable ritual, a quiet spell took place when you went to the Jackal of Love. Something scary and strange and exciting that only grown-ups knew about. And you’d “never be lonely anymore.”

Now that I know the word is “chapel,” it’s impossible for my ears to hear “jackal” any longer. Still, I invite you listen anew and imagine: not a sweet pop song, but the story of a strange and quietly wild springtime ritual. Imagine the tale of a couple, in excitement and trepidation, going to the Jackal of Love.

I am a person worthy of love and worthy of wholeness and wellness and so are you.

yuperform:

Photo credit: Tim Newman

Documentation of 14 minute performance titled Hair/here, at Disjecta Gallery on June 13, 2013.  -Stephanie Yu

"You smell of absence
Alone you gave birth to yourself"
- Vasko Popa, from “Heaven’s Ring” (translated by Charles Simic)

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"We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love."
- Lori Deschene  (via hotchocolateangel)

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loverofbeauty:

Chicken Trophy


I love chickens so much. I love you, beautiful chicken. You are the best chicken.

loverofbeauty:

Chicken Trophy


I love chickens so much. I love you, beautiful chicken. You are the best chicken.

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