yellowsuv13
Well I'm pretty sure I already wrote about burning yesterday, but right now I'm thinking of petals, dried on the dead vine. Still retaining some pale color of what they once were, they are plucked unceremoniously and put into a fire.
Paris Is Burning. It's one of my favorite documentaries, especially poignant during Pride Month. It's so interesting to see how we have gotten so much of the "gay" vernacular from that time period in NYC's underground. It's also sad how we have taken that culture and whitewashed it, to a degree.
In the world of the ancients, every aspect of their lives had a divine connection. I wish that today, we would continue to see the Earth and all of her aspects as divine. Perhaps we would forge a specific relationship with her, respect her, and live in harmony with her.