Ogni tanto, nella triste vita priva di relazioni sociali che noi wikkapediani ci arrabattiamo a portare avanti, capita di trovare piccoli, fulgidi barlumi of hope in the stinking chaos esotericism internett.
These few poschissimi and well-hidden places of work and exchange of intelligent ideas, protected islands in a sea of \u200b\u200bwebsites.
In this case, as we shall see, the term "island" is particularly spot on.
fact I want to bring to your attention, my dear little readers, the wonderful small portal of "The Time of the nymph."
This is a project which, I understand, is being carried out in recent years by a group of utentesse sex almost exclusively female.
Draw near.
We find a sober and orderly portal: the colors are warm and cover the nuances of brown, ocher and red with a prestigious "fogliaseccaametàottobre" which seems to hear the squeak when I am scrolling the page. (Or maybe it's just the cat which dwells in the basket?)
Everything is carefully coordinated, and now seems to sense the presence of a woman's hand and not wiccan behind the choice of images and colors.
observe with great care and after careful analysis, I admit with amazement that he could not even see a graphic across the page.
Not one, you know? Travel between the distress and emotion. I even have a little 'fear of what can expect behind the link (a nice reddish color) that runs by looking at the left column of the portal.
discovered a considerable range of depth articles that I find, with a pleasant surprise, to be well constructed both syntactically and from that content.
fact I find further information of all kinds, recipes, anthropology, little pearls of practical magic, book reviews, holidays.
The idea is to send a microalmanacco. Something fucking (but you can say "fucking"?) disturbingly small and full of information at least acceptable. A small book of manageable size that, when opened, reveals a dense type printing on vellum paper impalpable. The ink does not sting, and malloppetto proves handy and useful to something that is not being hung in the latrine outside of a house.
Looking for a defect that cling I stop to read the header, which is perhaps a bit 'stucchevolina aura of femininity and harmony that emanates, but that is not bad and that I find well-composed. E 'signed' Violet ', a name that just mentally.
Appuntatevelo too.
column on the right is the inevitable mold esoteric gadget site: riquadrino with the lunar phases (absolutely essential) a box with a quote from Haria (the author of that distrust, in spite of the quote is pretty.), A style photo of undergrowth paired with correct information on the festival of Imbolc just past a post box and so on.
There is also a list of links to books reviewed by users of the portal, many focused on the figures, principles or female archetypes. If I click on shamelessly from discovering some of them well-articulated and detailed reviews, complete with a bibliography at the end.
REFERENCES , we realize?
I almost tears in my eyes, I pinched his nose.
The members of the Temple of the Nymph to read books. And I quote.
Mother, sustain.
To take back the wave of emotion slip at the bottom right hand column, find links to recipes and two banner, despite using a cute little 'too, the instrument "outer glow", to return briefly the center and finally left.
here strikes me the only icon with cool colors the entire page, the image of a full moon in a cloudless sky.
Below, the caption says: "Forum study on the Great Mother, Women on the streets and ancient wisdom."
A forum all women!
Gioizzando madly, with the mind hovering between the image of a circle of priestesses and a rod of hysterical feminists outside the concept of waxing, I throw it so fast burn my hair with friction.
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Urtica Lyrica
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