I was in a middle of nowhere this weekend and in the middle of nowhere was a little hippie village. No people were present but it was obvious the place was not abandoned, it felt like a ghost town or probably more like a spirit town. It was bewitching. I wish i could have stayed in those mud houses. At least for a week, I want to live in the woods like those and have no connection to the world, it can be disastrous~ I never want to label myself as a hippie, there are many aspects I disagree with in heir customs, but I do love nature and I am very much spiritual. I never though to say something like that, but here it is in words and history. Im not afraid to admit such a discovery to myself.
I want to celebrate Ivan Kupala, its a Russian pagan holiday symbolizing fertility and washing away sins. Women jump over the fire, dance in circle while holing hands, and make beautiful flower wreaths. This summer it must be done! It will be a night when we become trees and glistening moon light.
Thats all leading to this: trees! this post is of trees and flowers, it is so very pointless and you might find it boring, but I love every bit of it. ( it seems that the pictures become cut off in the post. Click on them to see the full view, it's much more exiting, I promise )
this is tea in a jar