“As the night rolled on the young apprentice decided to converse with the wild witch so as to uncover some of his bizarre ways. He laid against the wall, inebriated and silent while writing into his book of shadows. The others were asleep and the terrible beasts from the shadows were confused over why no one was in a panic over their presence. “Wild one, how are you able to be as you are. Foolish yet certain, drunk yet poised, wild yet wise?” He looked up from his book and smiled as if someone had just presented him with a bouquet of grain alcohol. “Sit and I shall tell you, uh, to the best of my ability- I was busy studying the enochian script so you must bare with me! After the great deluge, I was naked, void of my great spirit. I wandered the barren continents until one day I collapsed upon a hill. I remember a strong breeze blowing against my face and my life force fading. Before long, Paralda, the king of the sylphs found me and nourished me back to health. He taught me the intimate secrets of the winds and of air itself. I learned the deepest sense of freedom, how to free myself from automatic reactions, from what is hereditary and of what we are born into. The lessons of the wind taught me not only concentration and rest, but through infinite flexibility the amount of active force I can expel. I learned how open minded a mind can be, free from emotional deformity. And I emerged possessing all the forces of the past as well as the ability to rise again new and unchallenged. I left Paraldas care and developed my own abilities through spheres of chaos and stillness. The intoxication came naturally as I learned how to harness its power as well as develop a foresight into the unknown. I am what I am today, and to reveal more would be impossible.” At that moment the wild witch fell fast asleep. The young apprentice placed a blanket over him. Such a fascinating individual this wild one was. He was very grateful to have him on their side.”- MysticYautja 🦊 #witchwriter#creativewriting#spiritualwriting#magickwriting#writer#forestlife#forestdweller#forestchild#naturelove#natureworship#naturechild#wanderer#traveler#nomad#explorer
A weekend getaway to Seattle turned into one of the most memorable road trips I’ve ever had🛣
Ended up falling in love with a little town called Duvall🥰
“Because the greatest part of a road trip isn’t arriving at your destination, it’s all the wild stuff that happens along the way.” — Emma Chase
With no clear goal in mind, she weaved up the winding roads. Her camera bag hanging from her shoulder.
Her walking shoes making footprints on the sand.
Every mile gave her a rush of excitement because it signified a terrain never traversed.
She walked and walked alone. All by herdelf to discover the untrodden paths.
315 hours ago
After sitting with this mountain for a few weeks, I asked her name. Wilma, was her response. She’s become quite the friend for me here. ✨
Suggested us by @dreamofitaly 🥰
Basilicata Day Trips Near Francis Ford Coppola’s Palazzo Margherita
Editor’s Note —
I recently returned from a quick visit the southern Italian region of Basilicata. My purpose was to stay at Francis Ford Coppola’s new hotel Palazzo Margherita in his ancestral hometown of Bernalda. I was blown away by the experience and it re-ignited my fascination longtime with the area. Whether or not you’re going to stay in Coppola’s palazzo, here are some of the must-see sites (besides spending some time at one of the stunning beaches on the Ionian Sea) in this corner of Basilicata:
Matera — Matera’s sassi, cave shelters carved out of white-washed tufa rock, have been designated a World Heritage Site by the United Nations. Stacked on top of each other, they almost look like a giant honeycomb from a distance. Peasants and their animals lived together in the squalor of these makeshift homes for centuries until the 1960s. Some have now been turned into hotels and restaurants. Mel Gibson filmed The Passion of the Christ here given Matera’s incredible resemblance to ancient Jerusalem. Matera is a must-visit for any trip to Basilicata.
Aliano — In the mid-1930s, doctor and activist Carlo Levi was forced by Mussolini to live in internal political exile in the town of Aliano. Levi recounts his observations of the poverty and mysticism of southern Italy in his 1945 book Christ Stopped in Eboli In the book, Levi gives Aliano the fictional name Gagliano. Today, you can see the house where Levi lived in exile as well as a museum displaying his original manuscript, drawings and other artifacts from his time in Aliano, where he requested to be buried upon his death in 1975. Call ahead (39-0835-568315) to make sure it is open. (Inspired by Levi, writer David Yeadon spent a year living in Aliano and wrote a book #Traveling#Travelers#Traveler#Exploring#Explorer#Wanderer#Wanderlust#TravelBug#SoloTravels, #SoloTravelGirl, #SoloTravelDiaries, #SoloTravelStories#FamilyTravels, #TravelingWithKids, #FamilyTravelTribe, #FamilyTravelMoment
It’s so funny how you learn to adapt as you get older. I remember as a child my mother would try to get me to wear brooches. I 😡hated wearing them on my shirts and was defiant......Now I loveee wearing them, even though I only like rocking them uniquely on my hats😊
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