One of my least favourite garden plants. It’s worse than a weed. It pops up everywhere more than the dandelions do. But it did make a pretty picture, didn’t it?
Pun With Monks
Lost on a rainy night, a nun stumbles across a monastery and requests shelter there. Fortunately, she’s just in time for dinner and was treated to the best fish and chips she’s ever had.
After dinner, she goes into the kitchen to thank the chefs.
She is met by two brothers, “Hello, I’m Brother Michael, and this is Brother Charles.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you. I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful dinner. The fish and chips were the best I’ve ever tasted. Out of curiosity, who cooked what?”
Brother Charles replied, “Well, I’m the fish friar.”
She turns the other brother and says, “Then you must be…?”
“Yes, I’m the chip monk.”
No hands, but my hands. No voice, but my voice...
This blog is essentially an off shoot of my Facebook page of the same title, with the goal and purpose of giving voice to the Divine Feminine within us, to share the mysteries of life and Herself that she shows us. With the hope that my words and relationship with Her will change people's lives, as She has changed mine.. Blessed be!
Critiquing the Manosphere
Children of Brighid
"No future triumph or metamorphosis can justify the pitiful blighting of a human being against his will." Peter Zapffe
an artificial girl in a digital world
Hopefully not as scary as last time
Learning to balance my life as a witch and a mom, this should be interesting.
eat. shop. travel. fall in love.
Lefty, gender-critical mom of a teen-would-be FTM
Spinning radical feminist thought. No censorship. No shame.
An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE
A Journey into the known and unknown
A Room Of Our Own!
Vague Meanderings of the Broke and Obscure
our voices matter
as this moment thou art, let thy loveliness fade as it will