#note to self
The Θαργήλια (Thargelia) is a time for catharsis and for cleansing (inside and out) that takes place around next week of this month. For me, this festival is really about reconciling duality and is a chance to regain a sense of balance and calm. These past few months have really made a mess of my daily life and it’s time to reorient myself. This is a chance for spiritual rebirth! After all, the term “Thargelia” comes from the word “Thargelos” (a form of newly sprouted grain bread, most likely barley) and “Thallos” (any form of young, sprouting greenery). It is a celebration of the first harvest and is a chance for me to reap renewal.
For my purposes, I am choosing to only observe the second day (the 16th, I believe), which is allotted to Apollo, primarily. Therefore, my plans are adaptive and will not reflect the full, traditional version of the celebrations (that incorporates Artemis and Leto too).
To the best of my ability, I will…
- Thoroughly clean myself as well as my home, including a massive overhaul of things I no longer need (I will not simply be doing my daily sweeping and washing).
- Clean all food items (toss out things that are no longer fresh or usable. Restock. Clean the fridge).
- Abstain from animal foods and animal-related products for the day.
- Gather the “first fruits” from this region (if possible) as offerings.
- Create φαρμακόι (pharmakoi) and ritually destroy them. These scapegoats, thought of as my accumulated faults and vices, will be effectively “driven out” by this act of “casting out” beyond my property. Usually, I make them out of paper and then burn them (rule of thumb is to never burn them at the altar - they should be removed from any sacred space).
- Prepare sweetened barley porridge (with raisins, dates, nuts, and a little honey and milk). Share with Apollo after libation of wine.
- Burn herb and incense offerings.
- Read the Homeric Hymns to Apollo (3, 21, 25) and the orphic Hymn to Apollo (34).
- Try to steer my mind away from “dark” or “unclean” things for the day. Try to speak with more kindness and good will. Reject hateful or selfish thoughts.
“have patience. it is also a way of being accepting of yourself.”— Juansen Dizon
slow progress is still progress
“It’s okay to cry over something you thought you were healed from.”— Lauren Marana
Let yourself be a beginner. Start something new that interests you, even if you don’t know where it will lead to. Make mistakes. It doesn’t matter how you do it, at least start.
my joy doesn’t have to look like yours
Been working on changing my mentality from “how I want to be” to “how I am”
She was a PRINCESS
with the strength of a WARRIOR.
She runs the race with determination, surrenders no territory to the enemy, never looks back, and she never hesitates to conquer. She take’s the giant’s head and wears it as a trophy for the weak to see, reminding them they too can do the same.
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Browsing my old twitter and I saw this powerful quote so I made an art out of it. Do not let yourself BE LABELED by other people, they aren’t your manufacturer. The one who made you is God. Now, to whom are you gonna listen to? To the creation or to the CREATOR? The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy. Do not let Him ruin you. No, not ever!
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“and healing isn’t linear because so much of it is going back. Healing is the art of revisiting the scene of the crime to clean up the blood. It is going to the dark alleyways of your own mind to put up street lamps. It hurts so much because the past is a bone that was broken and mended itself in the wrong way. It is excruciating to reset it, but in the long run it is for the best”
-what love looks like now.
Note to self.
Don’t look at how many notes are missing from you reaching your goal number. Look instead at the hope that someone, even just one person, will someday see what you have left behind and get something good out of it. Do it to share.
So true! Love this
The right of the child upon the parent is that he gives him a good name, disciplines him with good manners, and teaches him the Qur'an.
- Prophet Muhammad al-Mustafa [sawa]
All that you see with your own eye and that your heart finds pleasing, make it for Allah, for this is the trade of the Hereafter. Allah says, What is with you depletes, while what is with Allah is eternal.‘
- Prophet Muhammad al-Mustafa [sawa]
Good manners are the beauty of the mind.
Prophet Muhammad al-Mustafa [sawa]
The Messenger of Allah (prayers of Allah be upon him and his family) has said: “These hearts rust just as iron rusts; and indeed they are polished through the recitation of the Qur’an.”
Irshadul Qulub; Page 78
Stop in the face of things that Allah has forbidden and you will be the most pious of people.
Prophet Muhammad al-Mustafa [sawa]
There was a plan. There had always been a plan. For as long as I could remember, I had everything all figured out - until it wasn’t. Every details was perfect. Every area was noted. Nothing could go wrong as long as I stuck to the plan. I was going to be okay. Everything was going to work out fine - until it didn’t, of course. I don’t even know what happened. I can’t pin point a specific moment where things just fell apart. I just know one moment, I was in the prime of my life, living it up. And, the next moment, everything around me was dark and crumbling to pathetic ashes. What happened to the plan? What happened to following every single detail on the list? What happened to seeing it all through until the end? I had a plan. I was supposed to stick to the plan. I was okay. Everything was going to be fine - until it wasn’t. I had everything under control. I had finally gained my freedom. I was comfortable in who I was becoming. I was confident in my ability to maintain. The world was in the palm of my hand. I had a plan. I had a solid plan for my life…or so I thought. I guess life had other plans for me because this plan that I created…yeah, it’s not going to work out. It’s ruined. And, to my own surprise…I’m not sad about. I’m relieved. Maybe, the plan was supposed to get ruined in order for me to plan my next adventure, afterwards. Because, there was a plan. There has always been a plan.
