Symbols of the Ancestors from folk embroidery and weaving, Belarus, drawing by M.S. Katsar.

- Image source - MagPie (aka Olga Stanton)

oh dang if i can’t get jeong guwon just let me pack my things to 70s jeong chilwon☺️🙏🏻

at Victoria College, University of Toronto (2)

Expression of children at the Paris Puppet Theater as they kill the evil dragon, Tuileries Gardens, Paris.

Alfred Eisenstadt, 1963

“when she yells, i shrink back into the shell of a child i once was.”

— sulasnsleep

No place like home.

The Azim Steppe was a place surrounded by dread and bitterness. Having to come back here was never on Mizuki's agenda and yet, she looked over the Steppe from the cliffs.

The people had been polite and no-one knew who she was or had been. So that had made her initial journey somewhat manageable. All the talk of the upcoming naadam made her feel physically sick. Fate was going to throw her into that bloodbath again.

"What did I do to deserve this?" she asked, staring up at the stars. "Is this punishment for running away?" she sighed deeply, letting her shoulders droop.

"If I must suffer this, pray let me avoid them. I cannot deal with that now.." Mizuki prayed to whatever seemed to be dragging her into unwilling situations.

After seeing Itzal in Ishgard, she had no idea if he had returned to the Steppe or if he had mentioned her to their unscrumptious father.

"Gods just let me go home." she cried "I can't stand it here." Nothing here was able to cast a pleasant memory, it was cold and unfeeling.

She was thankful they didn't have to venture too far into the mountains where her tribe was situated.

Would they even remember me? Do they regret anything?

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Mizuki cried silently in the dim light of the moon. Her home was an ocean away. Cold as Ishgard was, it was full of warmth and a family that wanted and loved her, awaited her and always welcomed her home with open arms.

Sarajevo , 27.12.2019.

i have found a new pastime: watching queer short films.

Hard times happened...

And sometimes it'll happen again...

One More Night

If I could someday make just one wish I'd wish for one more night Just one more night before everything got so bad

One of those nights, back at the bar before the drink became my coping mechanism Laughing with friends on either side of me

That whiskey can sneak up on you, they say.

The jukebox is playing Journey again and the whole bar sings along to those opening lines It's hymn sang in the place we call our church

Waging war on green felt fields I've already lost all of my soldiers and the crack of shiny perfect spheres colliding

I can still see everybody's faces during that summer

We'll slam back shots and beer jack and cokes and i love yous She'll come back from the dead to call me the n-word

Just one wish to have one more night from that summer to see all their faces, to say I love you

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐞 🌻🌻

Pretty Nose : A Fierce and Uncompromising Woman War Chief You Should Know

Pretty Nose (c. 1851 – after 1952) was an Arapaho woman, and according to her grandson, was a war chief who participated in the Battle of the Little Bighorn in 1876.In some sources, Pretty Nose is called Cheyenne, although she was identified as Arapaho on the basis of her red, black and white beaded cuffs. The two tribes were allies at the Battle of the Little Bighorn and are still officially grouped together as the Cheyenne and Arapaho Tribes.

On June 25, 1876, a battalion of the 7th Cavalry, led by George Armstrong Custer, was wiped out by an overwhelming force of Lakota, Dakota, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho.

There are many stories that come from this most famous battle of the Indian Wars. However, the most overlooked account is of the women warriors who fought alongside their male counterparts.

Minnie Hollow Wood, Moving Robe Woman, Pretty Nose (pictured), One-Who-Walks-With-The-Stars, and Buffalo Calf Road Woman were among the more notable female fighters.

Pretty Nose fought with the Cheyenne/Arapaho detachment.

One-Who-Walks-With-The-Stars (Lakota) killed two soldiers trying to flee the fight.

Minnie Hollow Wood earned a Lakota war-bonnet for her participation, a rare honor.

Lakota Moving Robe Woman fought to avenge the death of her brother.

And Cheyenne Buffalo Calf Road Woman holds the distinction of being the warrior who knocked Custer off his horse, hastening the demise of the over-confident Lt. Colonel.

Pretty Nose's grandson, Mark Soldier Wolf, became an Arapaho tribal elder who served in the US Marine Corps during the Korean War. She witnessed his return to the Wind River Indian Reservation in 1952, at the age of 101.

PAST LIFE EXPERIENCE

Hi there. I’m a hypno coach. I’m a person, who heals souls and changes lives for better. So, I use hypnosis on my clients as well as myself on everyday basis. It’s a real game changer. For those who haven’t been hypnotized ever. Firstly, a trance (alpha and theta brain waves) is a natural state of mind and each and everyone experiences it everyday. Secondly, you are in control and a hypnotist can’t force you to do anything you don’t want. Thirdly, there is a huge difference between street hypnosis and therapeutic hypnosis. Last but not least, scenes may be without clear details, it doesn’t look like a movie.

Regressive hypnosis helps to find deep rooted causes of an issue, so then I can help a person to rid of it, change negative perspective and reprogram the subconscious mind. Basically it’s a process of going back in time. Usually, I don’t check past lives, however, if my client wanna figure out its karmic lessons, I do it.

Once I got curious about my own previous life. Who was I, huh? 🤔 So, I took myself back in time.

The first thing I noticed is that I was wearing black leather boots and light colored pants. I was a man. Then my red jacket with golden details caught my attention. The uniform - I was a British soldier. I heard “War and Peace” by Leo Tolstoy, so it was a hint about the time frames. I was a British soldier who took a part in Napoleonic War.

I saw beautiful nature around and I knew that the battlefield was somewhere pretty close. I had foggy mind because of the booz. I wanted to forget and forgive. It hasn’t never been easy to be a soldier. I didn’t say goodbye to my beloved mom and fiancée properly. Such a heavy feelings of regret, restlessness, sorrow and grief. I had readiness to die as a hero any time soon. However, I survived the war, but I became a fallen hero of my inner war. Post traumatic syndrome. Sex and alcohol were a major part of my life. Another random fact that I got - I was such a heartbreaker and great seducer (these days he would be called a fuckboy😅). I was able to get a forgiveness from any women that I hurt. I knew exactly what to say to anyone. Great oratory skills. Moreover, I was business savvy and experienced investor.

That’s all what I got ✨ Reference:

In the 1940s, men dressed in shorts and cowboy boots served up to women at a drive-in in Texas.

Huttwil, 2015

Children sitting on the kerb, Maida Vale, England, 1960.

“Affluent Maida Vale is a residential neighbourhood with elegant Victorian houses and wide, quiet roads. Daytrippers cruise down the Little Venice waterway in canal boats and stroll its tree-lined footpaths. Comedy fans take in live performances at the quirky Canal Café Theatre, and the Puppet Theatre Barge entertains children with its lifelike marionettes. Stylish waterside pubs and restaurants offer outdoor dining.”

― Google