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at the lammas ritual we claimed our treasures and made vows.
my treasure is my passion in love and in art.
i will take the good i will take the bad
and they will be equaly as sacred.
i vowed that i would never forget there are shades of grey, i vowed to accept to move.
V was oracleing, she said my gift was like a giant quilt- i took a peice from everyone i met and sewed it on to what i've already collected. perhaps thats how i keep my life, in patterns hand fashioned with love.
my art, my love.
i cried at ritual. love is a heavy weight to bare at times.
my treasure is my passion in love and in art.
i will take the good i will take the bad
and they will be equaly as sacred.
i vowed that i would never forget there are shades of grey, i vowed to accept to move.
V was oracleing, she said my gift was like a giant quilt- i took a peice from everyone i met and sewed it on to what i've already collected. perhaps thats how i keep my life, in patterns hand fashioned with love.
my art, my love.
i cried at ritual. love is a heavy weight to bare at times.