But never have I been a calm blue sea. I have always been a storm.
Always reblog Stevie lyrics, but they should read “blue, calm” not “calm, blue” – I should know: Storms is my all-time favorite Fleetwood Mac song.
🎶🎶🎶Seems like nothing ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge…🎶🎶🎶
Currently snowed in – if you would like me to post any specific ritual, let me know! Otherwise I’m just going to keep dancing to Fleetwood Mac around my kitchen.
As promised, the sequel to Ritual Music! Aptly named, Ritual Music II! I hope you enjoy!
Glass (The Clockmaker’s Remix) // Bat For Lashes
The Prince Is Coming // araabMUZIK
Romany Dagger // All Them Witches
Nocturnal Hecate // Daemonia Nymphe
Leyenda // Charo
Luz de Luna // Chavela Vargas
Ave Maria // Vitas
Dazzle // Siouxsie & the Banshees
Hounds of Love // Kate Bush
Edge of Seventeen (Live, Crystal Visions Tour) // Stevie Nicks
Pax Deorum // Enya
If I Had A Heart // Fever Ray
I Will Never Die // Delta Rae
Pearl’s Dream (Blossom & Surrender Remix) // Bat for Lashes
Pays to Know // Mypet
Bad Ritual // Timber Timbre
Fresh Blood // Eels
La Bruja // Salma Hayek & Los Vega
Malaguena // Olivia Ruiz
La Maza (feat. Shakira) // Mercedes Sosa
Prahbujee // Ravi Shankar & George Harrison
I’m not entirely sure what that means, but no less, a cause for celebration! Thank you guys who enjoyed and liked it! Obviously it couldn’t have happened without you! To commemorate the event, I’ll be putting together a “sequel” of sorts, so keep an eye out for Ritual Music: II.
For those who haven’t taken a listen yet, check out Ritual Music. I guess I should start shooting for platinum?
Anthropologically I’m so fascinated by the Alaskan Bush People, but also, as a fellow human, I just love them.
Did you hear about their legal problems?
Oh my god, no! What’s happened!?
Anthropologically I’m so fascinated by the Alaskan Bush People, but also, as a fellow human, I just love them.
The River
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If I were to tell you: “A man crossed a river.”
And were to ask you: “How?”
What would you say?
And if were to tell you: “There is a bridge.”
Would you say he took it?
And would you ever truly know?
And if I were to tell you: “He waded through the shallows.”
What would you say if I asked you: “Why?”
Would you ever really know?
And if I were to say: “This is the man who crossed the river.” And showed you his face. If I told you his name. Could you tell me why?
And if I said: “This man with me once crossed a river.” Would you ask him: “Why?” Or just let him go: never knowing?
The Qedavian Apocrypha 