MOONYMPH1 GIRLBLOG

hello to all you lovely faeries, nymphs, and magical creatures out there! my name is moonymph1 and this is my girlblog.

current thoughts and ideas

there is something so ancient and alluring about the sea. recently i've been trying to spend more time at the beach, collecting shells, playing in tidepools and hanging out with all the sea creatures. i've been thinking a lot about how all life came from the ocean, like we come from our mother's wombs, and how aphrodite emerged from the ocean, the embodiment of love. regardless of what it all means, i myself feel alligned to and am called to the water. one day i hope to call myself a water priestess.

moonymph1 writings

some shells for my hair, i drown in waters fair - i drink my honey wine, and all my pearls shine -

i take my sacred ring, it tells me everything - i take my ritual knife and cut out all my strife.

i run away to sea, i love it endlessly. the ocean whispers things only if you are listening. -

in my mortars bowl i gather herbs that call - i take my pitcher full and pour it on the shore -

and in my sacred shell the waters like to tell - the wind wisps up my hair and calls me maiden fair. -

run away to sea, you'll love it endlessly. the ocean whispers things only if you are listening.

run away to sea, from where we women came

the sea divided the physical world from the sacred space

twilight bathes the ruins, drunken stories appear in this painting

of the memory of the rituals, and of the shells as old as time.

wine, seawater, and a woman.

i dreamt once, of the rising sea and of the sacred shells. i shouldve never left.

since childhood, i have always been drawn to the love goddess. it was not until later, i observed how she was incarnate in every ancient culture. she has had many names throughout time; Ishtar, Aphrodite, Inanna, Hathor, Astarte, Venus, and more. learning about the love goddess empowered me to heal my own sense of womanhood. i began to take power from the divine feminine, radiate ancient love and glamour, and carry myelf as a priestess of the love goddess.

i am but love, and ancient flesh and blood.

here i am, in the modern age. alive and able to enjoy it all. and yet, a part of me yearns for all the beauty of the past. perhaps my soul is so old that ive lived through it all, since time began.

i imagine myself a great priestess, performing rituals and lighting rose incense on the great altars. i see myself pouring libations for the great gods.

yet, i can also see myself some sea nymph, collecting shells for my hair, swimming in sacred pools with other nymphettes,

or perhaps a princess adorning myself with ornate silver headresses and beads of pearl and amber. i see me brushing my long dark hair with my buffalo horn comb.

perhaps i was the sorceress witch who grew herbs under moonlight and cured people with my power, spending time creating tinctures and elixirs so much so that my fingers were stained red with pomegranate and my hair smelled of smoke.

all be it so, i have always been divinely woman, and my eyes have always been open. my family has always said i was born with "the gift",

whatever that may be, i carry and harvest it deep in my soul. -moonymph1