Complements of the chapel hill community garden! I took my camera there yesterday, and snapped some amazing pictures! I hope y’all enjoy.
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Pateron Page
Greetings y’all,
I am super excited to announce that I launched a Patreon Page for anyone who is interested in becoming a part of this team, becoming a Patron provider is a fantastic way to help out.
My Pateron is still in its beta stage, and I will be adding content as it progresses.
-Thanks again for everyone’s support.
https://www.patreon.com/SorenJJohnsen
Star Child (Dream Weaver)
Star Child (Dream Weaver)
Once upon a time, what feels like not so long ago.
She was but a child.
Never quiet, yet always curious.
Eyes always wide open just as her soul, she gazed at the night sky always reaching to the stars.
Every night she would light a candle, say her prayers, and wish upon every burning light in the sky.Wishing that she might one day set out to achieve her dreams.
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The life of the dream weaver.
Heart of an explorer.
Mind of beauty.
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Life tried to bind her soul.
Society tethered her to rules that she disregarded every chance she could.
Constantly she emptied the stones that life placed in her pockets, to weigh her down.
Freeing herself from its endless weight for gravity could not keep her bound.
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Some people feared her strength.
Others feared her light.
Yet there was not a day that she gave up her fight.
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Sometimes her heart was filled with doubt.
A sadness that made the sky cry, and brought about stormy clouds that fogged the mind.
Those were not easy days for the little girl, and she would often turn her gaze to the stars.
Allowing their eternal light to once again fill her chalice with strength.
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Then one day she was not so little.
The girl was all grown up.
A warrioress in a world full of men.
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There were a few false princes in her life.
They, like the world, tried to bind her to rules and subjugation.
She would not bow, and she stabbed her sword so deep within their hearts that these men wilted like a bouquet of dried flowers.
During these times of trial she would often light a candle and pray.
Eyes turned to the sky, and she dreamed of better days.
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Packing up and leaving home was far from easy, yet inevitable to say the least.
How her mother cried, and she had too.
Yet she knew now where her place was in the universe.
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The warrioress left home, unsure of where she would go.
Yet knowing in her heart that she held the light to guide her. Sometimes she would find herself astray, and it was then that she would turn her gaze to the night sky.Taking guidance by dreams that she had weaved all those years ago, ignited by the kindred light of her undying soul.
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Life of the dream weaver.
The wondering stargazer, who would never settle for the ordinary.
For she was worth so much more…
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Her self-worth far outweighed all the riches of the world and burned brighter than all stars in the sky.
–Soren Johnsen
Iron Rose
Iron rose … Once she was a caterpillar who consumed but leaves. Bumbling about life, praying to make it to tomorrow. She hummed a song of trust that did not need words. Instinctively knowing that the universe would give her strength to make it to see tomorrow’s day. … When the time came, she made her cocoon out of silk. Building her home under the ghost of a rose. Here she lay in her state of metamorphosis. Body decomposing as silk petals wilted. … Flesh fading as the color turned to grey. Every night she would prey. Body vulnerable, displayed naked before the world. With but the thorns of her rose protector as her sword and shield… she would be victorious. … Her she would make her most magickal transformation of all. Wings bent and stiff, drying from abuse. Blooming forth, with colors of vibrancy. A beauty so bright that God himself cried upon sight. … Rising form the dead, the goddess did not wilt, nor crumble. Alive with an appetite and hunger for life… she took a moment to breath. The iron rose that protected her from harm now set her free. Wings stretched out with pride and dignity… the queen took to the sky. … Sometimes she would return to her favorite garden, to sip nectar from his sweet embrace. Giving thanks to the iron rose who had provided safety during her time of growth. Yet she was no longer bound to his cage, and she would always fly free. Knowing that no force in the universe could clip her wings. … Not even God can stop her now. -Soren Johnsen |
