LittleSiss
Sorceress
FINIS....OK LUNA?.....IT'S DONE.
And if they do ...............................................
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And if they do ...............................................
one thing Luna's busy with is the final stage of presenting her thesis
(in UK university terms, the 'viva')
let's all send her our very, very best wishes!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Luna, you are smart, warm and funny with a loving caring heart. I'm sure nothing can hold you back. Just pour the inner "you" on those pages and the world is yours!
I love toasting marshmallows!
or????????????????????And squeezing them!
Het spekje is in de jaren 50 in Nederland uitgevonden en is, net als drop, een typisch Nederlands product. In Amerika eten de mensen ook spekjes, maar dat zijn eigenlijk marshmallows. De samenstelling van marshmallows is net iets anders dan die van de Nederlandse spekjes. Er zijn ook Frisia Marshmallows verkrijgbaar.
It is in the 50s invented in The Netherlands, just as a drop, a typical Dutch product. Also the people In America eat bacon, but that are actually marshmallows. The composition of marshmallows is a little different than that of the Dutch bacon. There are also Frisia Marshmallows available.
Marsh Mallow (Althea officinalis) is a pretty flower that grows unsurprisingly in marshland
in much of Eurasia and Africa (though sadly not as far north as Scotland),
and in gardens (and escaping from them) in America
The tuberous roots contain a slightly sweet, sticky substance
that has been used as a soothing sweet and ointment
since Ancient Egyptian times.
Marshmallows used to be made of Marsh Mallow,
but I don't think you can get the real ones anywhere today.
in much of Eurasia and Africa (though sadly not as far north as Scotland),
and in gardens (and escaping from them) in America
The tuberous roots contain a slightly sweet, sticky substance
that has been used as a soothing sweet and ointment
since Ancient Egyptian times.
Marshmallows used to be made of Marsh Mallow,
but I don't think you can get the real ones anywhere today.
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
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I'm pretty sure that prof Barb the great will be happy to help with the graduating...................she have some nice avenue of free sex research. success guaranteed! or is that the wrong direction?Thanks to Hansi and all my friends for the wishes!
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
quit posting pictures of Tree's mom!!!!
cxslave
Chain Slave
Sounds like the right direction to me....I'm pretty sure that prof Barb the great will be happy to help with the graduating...................she have some nice avenue of free sex research. success guaranteed! or is that the wrong direction?
Finding people to help with research should not be too difficult either. If your thesis is half as well written as your work here Im sure you will do great Luna!
Sounds like the right direction to me....
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Amica 22
Little by little after sunset, the sea water takes on the colour of Homer’s wine-dark sea. I pluck five white roses from one of the climbers on the columns of the peristyle. On the terrace at the far end of the house, on my knees, with my buttocks resting on my heels, my breasts bare and a light veil over my head, I wait on the Goddess.
The waters between Sorrento and Capri, the steep high cliffs, the mountains and the shadows of the mountains, all gradually illuminate to a live coral color, as if the corals forests that cover the inner of the gulf had emerged from the depths of the sea and were painting the sky with their shades of ancient blood.
Like very old bones, picked clean and smooth by rain and wind, standing naked in the immense, cloudless sky, the distant ridges of the mountains gradually brighten with a rosy light, as if some secret, intimate fire concealed in the womb of the earth is breathing through the lava crusts. The moon breaks the bright edge of the mountain like the shell of an egg that has held her, and stands proud, ecstatic, wonderfully remote, in the blue abyss of the night, arising from the distant horizon, as if carried by the wind with the shadows of the night.
The air is clear, a slight breeze smelling of salt and seaweed blows from the sea, the mournful cry of the gulls shakes the reflection of the moon on the waves, and beyond the deep, on the horizon, the pale specter of Vesuvius sinks little by little into the silvery mist of the night. The white petals of the roses fall from my hands as I raise them to the sky, with a sweet song, a prayer to the Goddess.
'Oh Kuu, goddess of the night, be gracious with your priestess, a slavegirl, far from her native land. She offers the petals of these stolen flowers, a meager gift, but now they are all she can offer. Be merciful to those who have respected the body of your priestess, so, as a virgin, she can pray without shame.'
I hear you, you’re hidden behind me, looking at me, curious. I pretend I haven’t noticed your presence, for now I have to pray to my Goddess, as high in the black velvet sky, the full moon illuminates the plain.
Now it is deep night, the cool nocturnal breeze blows in from the sea. I go down the stone steps leading to the terrace. There is no need for a lamp, the light of the moon allows me to move without fear. Silently I enter our room, you’re already resting in bed, I lay on the floor at your feet so as not to disturb you, but I know that you’re not asleep. Your hand gently strokes my hair.
'I heard you praying. Tell me about yourself, about the gods of your Pantheon, your rituals, your myths.'
You make me get onto the bed, you hug me.
'My real name is Kuu, which means Moon in our language. Amica is the name that Udij gave me when I didn’t understand what they were telling me and I couldn’t speak Latin, but I like it, now it's my new name for all of you to use, I don’t want to change it.
Kuu is also the name of our Goddess of the night, the queen of the land where the sun never rises. On the hill near the place where our village was there’s a temple dedicated to her - but don’t think of a temple as they have here, it’s an open space. A smooth stone is the altar, in it are carved small bowls to collect the blood of the sacrifices, small animals that are hunted in the forest, with long furry tails.'
'The squirrels, I think.'
'Around the altar, other stones indicate the position where the moon will rise and set on the days when it is lowest in the sky. Where our village was, both the sun and moon rise and set, although in winter the sun hardly rises for any time above the horizon, and likewise the moon. But in the land where the reindeer flock to find their food, when the snow melts during the summer as you call it here, the sun never sets, but travels around the horizon. But then the moon is also seen in the sky, though the moon is also seen in those lands when the sun does not rise, which is why she is our Goddess. '
'I've heard of these lands, but I can’t quite understand how it is possible for what you say to happen. I know you’re not lying, so I don’t think your story is a myth, but I have to find out the reason for this phenomenon.'
'During the reign of the Night, is never dark, there are lights of different colors - green, red, purple, or so pale that the colors aren’t distinct. There seem to be bright veils that move in the sky, covering it at times, almost all the time, though through these veils we can see the stars. I think they're almost like clouds, but more distant and larger. '
'That’s something I’ve never heard of, this is the first time I've heard of this wonder, how is it possible?'
'We think it is Kuu who sends the lights, so we don’t feel alone during the dark period. Here I've never seen those lights in the sky.'
'We always believe that the gods are the cause of extraordinary phenomena we can’t explain, but it’s not so, it’s just our ignorance that makes us suppose a divine origin for all things strange, or even not strange, as if everything depended on their whims.'
'You don’t believe the gods?'
'I do not think there are any, they are just symbols. For example, our Goddess Athena is the wisdom we have created and appointed by our imagination, in our image, with our strengths and our flaws, and even worse.'
'But then why do we pray?'
'It comforts us and helps us to face challenges, the idea that a higher being is on our side, but it’s only our willpower that makes us overcome difficult moments, there is nothing above us. But it’s better not say so, it’s best to pretend that we believe. In the end, the problem isn’t there and nothing changes, it’s useless to make enemies. Only when these beliefs become dangerous do we have to fight them, and with our knowledge and our intelligence we’ll gradually remove all silly beliefs and superstitions.
Think, how can a garland of garlic ward off evil spirits from our homes? If there are no evil spirits, what's the use of garlic? It certainly doesn’t scare away criminals, thieves or murderers. Be afraid of evil men, not spirits that don’t exist.'
'Then it’s a crime to make sacrifices to the gods! To tell the truth, even though I'm the priestess of Kuu, I’ve always felt a certain repugnance against sacrificing those delightful little animals so as to collect their blood in cups on the altar. It’s better to see them running and jumping between the branches of the forest trees, happy to live their lives like us - even though we’re now slaves – it’s as if they were locked in a cage as prisoners'
'Time to rest now, tomorrow is another day, with all its work and obligations.'
'Embrace me Eulalia, I feel more alone now and I'm almost afraid to think that the moon is just a bright disk in the night sky.'
Little by little after sunset, the sea water takes on the colour of Homer’s wine-dark sea. I pluck five white roses from one of the climbers on the columns of the peristyle. On the terrace at the far end of the house, on my knees, with my buttocks resting on my heels, my breasts bare and a light veil over my head, I wait on the Goddess.
The waters between Sorrento and Capri, the steep high cliffs, the mountains and the shadows of the mountains, all gradually illuminate to a live coral color, as if the corals forests that cover the inner of the gulf had emerged from the depths of the sea and were painting the sky with their shades of ancient blood.
Like very old bones, picked clean and smooth by rain and wind, standing naked in the immense, cloudless sky, the distant ridges of the mountains gradually brighten with a rosy light, as if some secret, intimate fire concealed in the womb of the earth is breathing through the lava crusts. The moon breaks the bright edge of the mountain like the shell of an egg that has held her, and stands proud, ecstatic, wonderfully remote, in the blue abyss of the night, arising from the distant horizon, as if carried by the wind with the shadows of the night.
The air is clear, a slight breeze smelling of salt and seaweed blows from the sea, the mournful cry of the gulls shakes the reflection of the moon on the waves, and beyond the deep, on the horizon, the pale specter of Vesuvius sinks little by little into the silvery mist of the night. The white petals of the roses fall from my hands as I raise them to the sky, with a sweet song, a prayer to the Goddess.
'Oh Kuu, goddess of the night, be gracious with your priestess, a slavegirl, far from her native land. She offers the petals of these stolen flowers, a meager gift, but now they are all she can offer. Be merciful to those who have respected the body of your priestess, so, as a virgin, she can pray without shame.'
I hear you, you’re hidden behind me, looking at me, curious. I pretend I haven’t noticed your presence, for now I have to pray to my Goddess, as high in the black velvet sky, the full moon illuminates the plain.
Now it is deep night, the cool nocturnal breeze blows in from the sea. I go down the stone steps leading to the terrace. There is no need for a lamp, the light of the moon allows me to move without fear. Silently I enter our room, you’re already resting in bed, I lay on the floor at your feet so as not to disturb you, but I know that you’re not asleep. Your hand gently strokes my hair.
'I heard you praying. Tell me about yourself, about the gods of your Pantheon, your rituals, your myths.'
You make me get onto the bed, you hug me.
'My real name is Kuu, which means Moon in our language. Amica is the name that Udij gave me when I didn’t understand what they were telling me and I couldn’t speak Latin, but I like it, now it's my new name for all of you to use, I don’t want to change it.
Kuu is also the name of our Goddess of the night, the queen of the land where the sun never rises. On the hill near the place where our village was there’s a temple dedicated to her - but don’t think of a temple as they have here, it’s an open space. A smooth stone is the altar, in it are carved small bowls to collect the blood of the sacrifices, small animals that are hunted in the forest, with long furry tails.'
'The squirrels, I think.'
'Around the altar, other stones indicate the position where the moon will rise and set on the days when it is lowest in the sky. Where our village was, both the sun and moon rise and set, although in winter the sun hardly rises for any time above the horizon, and likewise the moon. But in the land where the reindeer flock to find their food, when the snow melts during the summer as you call it here, the sun never sets, but travels around the horizon. But then the moon is also seen in the sky, though the moon is also seen in those lands when the sun does not rise, which is why she is our Goddess. '
'I've heard of these lands, but I can’t quite understand how it is possible for what you say to happen. I know you’re not lying, so I don’t think your story is a myth, but I have to find out the reason for this phenomenon.'
'During the reign of the Night, is never dark, there are lights of different colors - green, red, purple, or so pale that the colors aren’t distinct. There seem to be bright veils that move in the sky, covering it at times, almost all the time, though through these veils we can see the stars. I think they're almost like clouds, but more distant and larger. '
'That’s something I’ve never heard of, this is the first time I've heard of this wonder, how is it possible?'
'We think it is Kuu who sends the lights, so we don’t feel alone during the dark period. Here I've never seen those lights in the sky.'
'We always believe that the gods are the cause of extraordinary phenomena we can’t explain, but it’s not so, it’s just our ignorance that makes us suppose a divine origin for all things strange, or even not strange, as if everything depended on their whims.'
'You don’t believe the gods?'
'I do not think there are any, they are just symbols. For example, our Goddess Athena is the wisdom we have created and appointed by our imagination, in our image, with our strengths and our flaws, and even worse.'
'But then why do we pray?'
'It comforts us and helps us to face challenges, the idea that a higher being is on our side, but it’s only our willpower that makes us overcome difficult moments, there is nothing above us. But it’s better not say so, it’s best to pretend that we believe. In the end, the problem isn’t there and nothing changes, it’s useless to make enemies. Only when these beliefs become dangerous do we have to fight them, and with our knowledge and our intelligence we’ll gradually remove all silly beliefs and superstitions.
Think, how can a garland of garlic ward off evil spirits from our homes? If there are no evil spirits, what's the use of garlic? It certainly doesn’t scare away criminals, thieves or murderers. Be afraid of evil men, not spirits that don’t exist.'
'Then it’s a crime to make sacrifices to the gods! To tell the truth, even though I'm the priestess of Kuu, I’ve always felt a certain repugnance against sacrificing those delightful little animals so as to collect their blood in cups on the altar. It’s better to see them running and jumping between the branches of the forest trees, happy to live their lives like us - even though we’re now slaves – it’s as if they were locked in a cage as prisoners'
'Time to rest now, tomorrow is another day, with all its work and obligations.'
'Embrace me Eulalia, I feel more alone now and I'm almost afraid to think that the moon is just a bright disk in the night sky.'
"Little by little after sunset, the sea water takes on the colour of Homer’s wine-dark sea. I pluck five white roses from one of the climbers on the columns of the peristyle. On the terrace at the far end of the house, on my knees, with my buttocks resting on my heels, my breasts bare and a light veil over my head, I wait on the Goddess."
Humble, vulnerable, supplicant, hopeful...love these lines Luna...!!!!!
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Pia
Guest
Utterly lovely.
