youtu.be/Sg8pN4GjvxI?...
youtu.be/Sg8pN4GjvxI?...
Do they have money to survive doing their weird shit? Do they have the free time to do that weird shit?
Fuck the metrics, just look for the dirtbags and artists and musicians and writers
If you do nothing else to mark the longest night, the Solstice Eve, do this. Be still for five minutes of the night and start with one small candle. Let the light grow from there. Blessed days, holy nights.
If you do nothing else to mark the longest night, the Solstice Eve, do this. Be still for five minutes of the night and start with one small candle. Let the light grow from there. Blessed days, holy nights.
Awake Arise: A Winter Album. By Lady Maisery, Jimmy Aldridge, and Sid Goldsmith. It's a marvelous collection of traditional English Folk music for the season, spoken word, and original. Truly a journey through winter to be listened to in it's completeness.
Awake Arise: A Winter Album. By Lady Maisery, Jimmy Aldridge, and Sid Goldsmith. It's a marvelous collection of traditional English Folk music for the season, spoken word, and original. Truly a journey through winter to be listened to in it's completeness.
8. Little walnut (Bulgarian)
7. Little bird in the ditch (Japanese)
6. Thumbling (Finnish)
5. Fence-skedaddler (Danish)
4. Fence-master (Hebrew)
3. Druid bird (Irish)
2. Mouse-brother (Faroese)
1. Little king of winter (Dutch)
8. Little walnut (Bulgarian)
7. Little bird in the ditch (Japanese)
6. Thumbling (Finnish)
5. Fence-skedaddler (Danish)
4. Fence-master (Hebrew)
3. Druid bird (Irish)
2. Mouse-brother (Faroese)
1. Little king of winter (Dutch)
Imagine it with a bit of polychromy, too! 🤩
Imagine it with a bit of polychromy, too! 🤩
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
The wind has been blowing here on Dartmoor and we're definitely in our winter wools now. Lottie and I wish you a good weekend.
The wind has been blowing here on Dartmoor and we're definitely in our winter wools now. Lottie and I wish you a good weekend.
Art by Shane Odom
Art by Shane Odom
Ich gave thee my hearte
But the verye next daye
Ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers, quiet as frost
And the wolf stole my hearte,
Fled to a tower out of tyme
Biyonde all the stars.
Seek now my hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!
Ich gave thee my hearte
But the verye next daye
Ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers, quiet as frost
And the wolf stole my hearte,
Fled to a tower out of tyme
Biyonde all the stars.
Seek now my hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!