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seaofwine · 4 months

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How did you first reach out/connect with Athena for your practice? I really want to work with and learn from her, but I’m so incredibly afraid of doing something wrong

For me, I kind of feel like Athena has always been around in some way or another (but that’s for a different post), but I want you to know that it’s okay to start whenever, she will meet you where you are. I’ll share my experience in this and I really hope it helps.

During the pandemic, I mean the *early* months of them, I was really lost in my life in general. I was completely directionless. I'd switched university tracks to attend literally two months of art school before campus closed. I was in mostly studio and design classes so this basically meant everything I'd started wouldn't ever be finished.

I can't describe to you the feeling of hopelessness. I'd stepped out of a promising internship and a chance at law school to follow my dreams. This was probably the riskiest decision I've ever made and it definitely felt like it was not paying off at all. I'd hoped to see some sign that the change would be worth it and this as an answer was a blow I didn't know how to recover from.

I didn't know what to do. It was in this chaos that I connected with her for the first time as a conscious worshipper. I'd woven things for her before, had a collection of prized owls on a shelf for her, but this was when I really reached out for help. I guess you could say I was building kharis with her for a bit beforehand, but that was by no means something you have to spend a ton of time doing before reaching out. You build it along the way.

We don't really have widespread access to temples and sanctuaries anymore, and shrines are usually things we've made ourselves. Something I've been doing in my practice is going to places that fall under their domain. So for Apollon, the art studio was a place I would meditate and pray, offering my work at the end of a session or my paint water. For Athena, it was the university library (any place you feel close to her works though, this could be your room or a museum, this was just what worked for me at the time). I just went as I was in that moment. Lost, confused, needing aid. I sat there for a while and told her everything. I wasn't perfect, I haven't been perfect, but that's kind of the point. I worked at it over time, reading her myths, making offerings, a prayer journal, just telling her about my day. I thank her for all the ways she's shown up for me, all the ways I can see her in my everyday life, and that's been the way to go for me. I keep a notebook in my bag where I write notes to her when things get tough, wear devotional jewelry, and dedicate my achievements to her.

She has these really lovely epithets, Ergane, the instructor of man, or Aleia, the provider of refuge, Amboulia, of good counsel, Soteira, the savior. She's familiar with every struggle and insecurity you could have. These gods are older than we can possibly comprehend. Yes - there are guidelines for how you should behave, but the things that can make the gods genuinely upset are few and severe. Hubris for one, and defiling a temple, or killing a relative, like those are things that the average person will never really encounter. Make the mistakes, as long as you are respectful and approach the gods with good intentions, you’re okay. There are a million right ways to worship, and only very few that are historically attested as Wrong.

#athena #asks #rise-again-2001 #worship tag

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juniaurora · 1 year

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You Taught Me Secret Language I Can’t Speak With Anyone Else

Love is great, it really does. But have you known Raihan?

Genap delapan tahun lamanya sudah hidupku dipenuhi oleh kehadiran Raihan setiap harinya. Aku bertemu dengannya pertama kali pada bangku SD, dan memulai untuk menjalani pertemanan anak kecil yang konyol hingga kini beranjak dewasa bersama.

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Raihan Daniel Risjad.

begitu nama yang tertulis pada sebelah kanan seragam putih miliknya. Seorang siswa banyak bicara yang sibuk berkompromi mencari alasan untuk duduk di sebelahku pada hari pertama semester baru.

“biar kelihatan papan tulis jadi duduk di depan” katanya. “jangan galak-galak dong, Aleia”

“shut jangan bawel, aku mau fokus baca”

“eh, aku kayak kenal kamu?”

“huh?”

“IH IYA BENER! I saw you at Dr. Books hari sabtu kemarinn!!” “I was the one who took the last piece of ‘A Dash of Magic’! the second series of Bliss Bakery Trilogy!” “KAMU CEWE GALAK ITU KAN, LEIA?!!” “KAMU GAK INGET AKU?!!!!”

“???? wait” “HAAAAHH ITU KAMU RAI?”

And that’s how their friendship starts going

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And it keeps growing, till now,

“Gue mau jagain lo, Ya” “Gak usah, Ya, sama gue aja” “Lo diem aja, gue yang cari” “Gue jemput” “You better stay there or”

“or what?”

“or i’ll call Mama Ita!!!!!”

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Raihan, dengan segala tingkah konyol-nya, dengan segala otak pintar-nya, dengan segala ucapan hangat-nya di setiap masa burukku, dengan kedua tangan indah-nya yang seringkali kupoles cantik dengan nail art, dengan pelukan nyaman-nya di masa dingin kehidupanku, dengan hati lembut-nya atas setiap hal baik yang ia lakukan untukku. Raihan, teman yang rasanya tidak pantas hanya kusebut teman biasa.

He’s just that one miracle fantastic thing, that came into my life safe and sound, without creating any disturbs.

And isn’t that just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible String Tying You to Me?

One thing I know for sure, having him in my life is the greatest blessing for me, until I realized, maybe I’ve fallen for him.

Now I’m too reluctant to take any other steps. It’s such a stifling, convoluted, intricate, strangulate, suffocation thing. Left me no choice, either fallen for him deeper or it will ruin us all apart.

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Forever and Always, xx — Iya : )

#best friend to lovers #light angst #angst to fluff #raihan #aleia #keren

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forthebb · 1 year

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A lot’s happened since my last post but I’m just going to leave these pics here for now :)

4/12/23

Today you are 6 years old! You’re in kindergarten at Bowie Elementary. You have some behavioral issues but nothing out of the ordinary for a child your age. You’re smart but it’s hard for you to stay focused. NBD, really. You’re beautiful and TALL as ever! I have no doubt you’ll be much taller than me by the time you’re like 12. You love Gabby’s Dollhouse, Jack Hartmann, ForeverNenaa, and CoryXKenshin. You’re a little more advanced than I’d like in the way that you’re absolutely absorbed by YT and gaming. You love Roblox but I’m super glad you can’t read well or spell well yet so you don’t really talk to anyone crazy on the internet just yet lol but I’m keeping an eye on it, believe me. You love playing games on your tablet that are like animal crossing or dress up. You like to eat pizza and pasta and pickles and burgers and fries. You love soda but I try not to let you have too much. You’ve developed a little attitude, as most girls do, but it’s nothing crazy. I think you’re mature for your age tbh. You’re ahead in ways that other’s wouldn’t even consider ahead probably but I think you’re doing just fine. I’m amazed by you everyday. I love watching and listening to you read and do math even though I know it probably doesn’t seem that way. I hope in the future you can understand where my frustration came from when we did homework. Lol, the issue is that I KNOW you KNOW the material. You just seem to be very distracted or in a hurry to get the work done. But I know you are intelligent. You love ART too so I think maybe you’re art minded. You’re incredibly artistic, especially on your tablet. We live with grandma and papa again and you love it, of course. Sometimes you miss your daddy bc he lives at Nana’s right now, but he always comes to visit us! Literally like every weekend lol. I love you so much, Leilei. And I hope when you get to read all these things that that is what comes through to you the most. That I love you so very much and that I’m so proud of you. I hope you never feel the opposite and I’ll always do my best to make sure you don’t, but in adolescence it’s hard to feel these things. I’m getting ahead of myself here though lol. I love you forever, Aleia ❤️ always, always.

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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In artists' miniature scenes, snails enjoy the night of their lives The miniature scenes crafted by artists Aleia Murawski and Sam Copeland may be fake, but their inhabitants – tiny snails – are very much real. Murawski and Copeland originally rose to fame with more domestic settings for their slimy friends, but the scope of their art has expanded significantly, giving the snails new, neon-lit stomping grounds – or is it more crawling grounds? — Read the rest https://boingboing.net/2023/01/20/in-artists-miniature-scenes-snails-enjoy-the-night-of-their-lives.html

#Post #snails #wonderful creatures #Grant St. Clair #Boing Boing

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serenhiraya · 1 year

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BELAMOUR [TXT AU]

Ch. 1 - Into the darkness

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🥀

Aleia

"Good Afternoon Everyone, I'm glad that you are here today."

Masayang bati ng babaeng guide ng art museum sa amin at sinundan iyon ng mahabang pagpapaliwanag ng rules and regulations sa loob ng museum. Maaliwalas ang kanyang ngiti. Nagniningning ang mga mata at dinig sa kanyang boses ang galak at tuwa.

Hindi ko maiintindihan kung bakit ganoon na lang siya kasaya, samantalang ako ay ngawit na ngawit na sa kakatayo. Higit sampung minuto na din akong nakatayo dito. Init na init pa ako at halos dumikit na ang aking damit sa aking katawan nang dahil sa pawis dulot ng sobrang init dito. Ngayon lang ako na informed na may museum palang hindi air-conditioned. My pa-fake sosyal self is struggling at the moment, sa totoo lang.

I know ramdam na rin ng mga kaklase ko ang nararamdaman ko. Pero wala na kaming magawa, dahil mas matalim parin sa machete ang tingin sa amin ng aming adviser na nakatayo sa tabi ng babaeng guide kasama ang iba pang advisers ng ibang strand.

Field trip namin ngayon. Isang location lang dapat ang pupuntahan namin, iyon ay ang isang sikat na coconut plantation dito sa amin, kahit di ko naman alam kung ano ang connection nito sa strand kong HUMSS. Iyon ang inaakala ko. Dadalo rin pala kami sa isang bagong art museum three hours away mula sa plantation. And yes, wala pa kaming pahinga mula kanina sa paglilibot namin sa niyogan. Gusto ko nang mag wala. Pero no, dapat pa-angel muna ako ngayon.

Graduating ako this year, kaya kailangan clean record para walang sabit.

Naputol ang aking pagkatunganga nang maramdaman ko ang pag-vibrate ng phone ko. Nang tingnan ko kung ano iyon, chat lang pala ni Mikaela, kaibigan ko mula sa STEM na katabi lang naman ng grupo namin. Napalingon ako sa kanya at tinaasan siya ng kilay. Bakit ba naman kasi kailangan pang ichat kung puwede lang naman niya itong sabihin sa akin mamaya.

Nang mahuli niya ang aking tingin ay nginuso niya lang ang kanyang phone. Muling nag vibrate naman ang akin, nag send siya uli ng message.

Humarap muna ako sa aming adviser para masiguro na hindi sa akin nakapokus ang atensyon nito, nang sa ganon ay mabuksan ko ang chat sa akin ni mikaela. Nang makasigurong ligtas na ako sa macheteng tingin ni Ma'am ay kaagad ko nang binasa ang message.

"Asim tingnan ng adviser niyo"

Muli akong napalingon kay Mikaela. Pigil na itong tumatawa ngayon. Binaling ko naman ang atensyon sa aming adviser. Oo nga...tama siya... ang drawing kasi nitong kilay ay unti-unti ng nabubura at ang blush nitong fresh pink pa kanina ay putok na putok na ngayon. Pigil na rin ako ang ngumiti.

"Gaga" *sent*

"OKAY, ARE YOU READY TO EXPLORE THE WORLD OF VISUAL ARTS?"

Maligalig na sambit ng guide. Hindi ko na malayan ng tapos na pala ang briefing- este orientation nito sa amin.

Finallyyyy

Isang masiglang 'yes' naman ang sagit naming lahat at nag simula na kaming umusad sa loob.

Fifteen minutes na rin ang lumipas sa pag-iikot namin sa loob. To be honest, kahit pagod ako sa kakaikot sa niyogan kanina, ay medyo naibsan na itong nang makarating ako dito. Art is one of the things I'm passionate about. Kaya kahit malapit na akong sumabog sa inis kanina ay napapakalma parin ang ng mga artworks na nakikita ko. The oil paintings and unique sculptures na nadadaanan namin just evokes something in my heart.

There is just something so beautiful about art. Kasi, a simple picture can have different meanings, different stories, and different reflections depending on how you view it. If given a chance to live my life again, I would choose this...I will always choose art.

Sa pagpupuri ko sa mga artworks na nakadisplay, hindi ko namalayan na nahiwalay na pala ako sa ga kasama ko. Well hindi naman masyado, mga anim na lakad lang naman. Pero mukhang wala naman silang pakialam. So I grabbed this oppurtunity para umiba ng rota at para ma-enjoy ang paglilibot dito.

Binalikan ko ang dispaly ng mga oil paitings na nadaanan na namin kanina. Isang malaking kwarto na maraming pasikot-pasikot na para siyang maze. Oil paitings have a very special place in my heart. Hence, isa sa mga reason kung bakit si Van Gogh ang all-time favorite kong artist.

Though nadaanan na namin to kanina, I never really got the chance to capture every masterpiece sa loob noon dahil parang may kigwa ang guide kanina at nagmamadali.

Nang makarating na ako uli sa section ng mga oil paintings, I felt warmth. A smile crept on my lips. Looking at the portaits around me, most of them are made by local artists and I can't help myself but let joy trickle down to my toes. Iba't-ibang style ang nandoon pero mostly ay impressionism. If I could ever hold a brush again, impressionism parin ang uuwian ko.

Ever since in elementary and junior high, I've been active in our school's art organization. Madalas rin akong napapasali sa competitions and impressionism art has been my asset. I can express what I wanted to and pour my emotions into it. It was my resting place. It was like home. Not until that one night. The scariest night it will be. Remembering that, unti-unting nawala ang aking ngiti. It was a haunting nightmare. It was a burning misery and I will never forgive myself about it.

Isang malaking kalabog ang gumulat at siyang pumutol sa aking malalim na pagmumuni. Sa sobrang lakas nito ay parang andito lamang sa section iyon naganap. Dala ng kuryosidad ay sinubukan kong puntahan kung saan iyon galing. Hindi ko gaanong mawari at bakit bigla na lang akong nakaramdam ng lamig. Walking through the depths of the section, hindi ko maiwasang makaramdam ng kaba na para bang may biglang lilitaw sa harapan kong hindi inaasahan. But I didn't mind. The urge of finding out what it is, was stronger.

Huminga muna ako ng malalim at nagpatuloy. Wala masyadong tao dito sa section puwera lang sa dalawang guard na nakabantay sa entrace nito. Tahimik kaya nakakapagtaka nga naman ang ingay na iyon. Medyo na dismaya ako ng marating ko na ang dulo ng section pero bigo parin akong malaman kung ano o kung saan galing ang kalabog.

Napailing na lang ako at nagbalak na lang na hanapin ang mga kasama ko kanina, dahil for sure pag nalaman ng adviser namin na hindi nila ako kasama award ako pag-uwi. Hindi man lang umabot ng limang segundo ay may narinig akong sit-sit mula sa aking kaliwa na siya rin ikinagulat ko. Sa una ay inakala kong guni-guni lang iyon pero muling ko itong narinig, mas malakas. Kaya tinahak ko ang direksyon na pinagmumulan nito.

Medyo madilim na sa parte ng section na ito. Pagabi na rin kasi. Muli kong narinig ang sit-sit, mas malakas kesa sa pangalawa. Alam kong malapit na ako sa pinagmumulan noon. Pero in the end bigo parin ako, isang malaking pader na tinakpan ng isang malaking velvet curtain lang naman ang sumalubong sa akin. Napairap na lang ako. Uto-uto rin ako eh no?

Nang talikuran ko na ang pader ay narinig ko muli ang sit-sit. Iyon any sobrang lapit na sa aking pandinig na para ito ay binulong mismo sa aking tenga. Naistatwa ako sa aking kinatatayuan. Muli kong hinarap ang pader at hinawi ang velvet curtain. Isang malaking pinto na tansong door knob ang sumalubong sa akin.

Base sa hitsura nito masasabi kong luma na ang pinto dahil sa kulay nitong kayumangging kupas. Ang design nito na makikita sa mga baroque style interiors ay tapyas-tapyas na rin. Ang tansong door knob ay may gasgas na rin. May mga vandalism na rin ang pinto. Sa tuktok ng pinto ay naka-ukit ang 'Belamour'. Nakakapagtaka dahil sa pagkaka-alam ko ay bagong bukas ang museum na ito.

Nang subukan kong pihitin ang door knob, ay nabuksan iyon. Madilim sa loob. Binuhay ko ang flashlight ng aking phone at pinasadahn ng ilaw sa loob. Hindi ko alam kung anong nakain ko pero pinasok ko iyon. Isa iyong munting storage room.

Naaninag ko ang mga lumang painting na maayos nakalapag sa gilid. Ang bawat pader nito ay tinakpan din ng mahabang velvet curtains. Bukod sa mga paintings ay mayroon ding mga art supply sa gilid. Oil paints...medyo tuyo na rin ang iba. Sa isang sulok naman ay makikita ang isang malaking vase na pinaglagyan ng mga paint brush.

Nilapitan ko iyon para usisahin. Doon ko na rin na realize na may kahon din pala sa tabi nito.

Binuksan ko ang kahon para malaman kung anong nilalaman nito. Isang makapal na sketchbook, watercolor paints, lumang brush, isang charcoal pencil, at mga liham. Kinuha ko ang isa sa mga liham, kupas na ang tinta pero nababasa ko parin ang panimula nito. 'Mi Corazon'. Nang buklatin naman ang sketchbook, isang portrait ng isang dalaga ang bumungad sa akin.

Nagpalpitate ako bigla. Unti-unti akong binalot ng lamig. Hindi ko alam kung dala lang ito ng pagod or namamalikmatahan lang ako. Pero kamukha ko ang nasa portrait.

Hindi ko alam kung saan galing pero biglang nagkaroon ng malakas na hangin. Sa sobrang lakas ay nawawalan ako ng balanse. Nahihirapan rin akong huminga. Narinig ko ang malakas na pag-sara ng pinto. Ang lamig na bumalot sa akin ay napalitan ng takot. Sinubulan kong tumakbo tungo sa pintuan pero sa bawat hakbang na aking ginawa ay lalong-bumibigat. Nanghihina ang aking tuhod hanggang sa ako ay bumagsak.

Kahit anong gawin ko para muling makatayo, pakiramdam ko ay mas lalo lang akong hinihila pababa. Nanlalabo na aking paningin, nakaramdam na ako ng matinding pagkahilo.

Nagkaroon ako ng munting pag-asa nang makarinig ako ng sunod-sunod na katok mula sa pinto. Pero bago pa man ako muling makatayo ay nawalan na ako ng malay "SENYORA ALEIA!!!"

Ang huli kong narinig.

To be continued

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