Gris gris bags, a key element of Voodoo culture, offer protection from evil, good luck, or other blessings based on their magical ingredients. In New Orleans belief in Voodoo remained so strong that even through the 1940s, Charity Hospital admitted many people claiming to be victims of gris gris attacks.
The bags were traditionally handmade by the user with ingredients that would correspond with their wishes and due to the close personal nature of the creation ritual itself, it is believed that altering or damaging the contents of someone else’s gris gris bag can produce curses or sickness. Our gris gris bags each have different meanings and uses, but no evil here.
Death personified doesn't always take the form of a formidable figure shrouded in black. From the Norse Valkyries to the Ancient Greek Thanatos, Death can be a friendly face leading the dearly departed to their final resting place.
Did you know that the first ever "selfie" was a daguerreotype produced by American photography pioneer Robert Cornelius in 1839? The trailblazing photograph is featured on his tombstone at Laurel Hill Cemetery in Philadelphia. Like Cornelius, Selfie Ghost won't let a hiccup like death get in the way of immortalizing its vanity.
"Döden är inte bara för att använda en berömd gammal symbol den sax som klipper av vår livstråd, utan den är snarare en tråd som är invävd i vårt livsmönster, från början ända till slutet. Detta att vi måste dö påverkar i varje ögonblick hela vår kroppsliga och själsliga varelse. Varje människas ansikte bär spår av dödens närvaro i hennes liv, av hennes fruktan för döden, hennes mod inför döden och hennes resignation inför döden. Dödens ständiga och skrämmande närvaro innebär för människan en livslång träldom. (...) Att under hela livet leva i dödsfruktans träldom innebär att leva i en träldom som är både natur och skuld. I dödsfruktan ingår inte endast vetskapen om vår ändlighet utan också vetskapen om att vi är bestämda för evigheten men att vi har förlorat den. Vi är slavar under fruktan, inte för att vi måste dö, utan för att vi förtjänar att dö!" ~ Paul Tillich (1886-1965), ur På vacklande grund, Diakonistyrelsens Bokförlag 1967.
Bild: Egon Schiele (1890-1918) - Self-Seer II (Death and Man), 1911.
The weeping willow goes hand and hand with cemeteries. Often the first plant to appear in a disturbed site, since it can root easily and tolerate most soils, it gained the reputation of "renewer". Mourners also plant willow saplings on graves of loved ones, believing their spirit would rise up through the tree. Their sentiment was a little sweeter than ours.
Raise your spirits with the Ghost of Christmas Presents. Tree Spirits are handmade to order-- the perfect one-of-a-kind gift for your special spooky someone. Orders must be placed by 12/13 to ensure delivery by 12/25.
Yesterday's gloomy weather proved perfect for cracking open our new @burkehareco candles.
IT'S MY LAST DAY OF UNDERGRAD!!!! ⠀
In honor of that, and my upcoming graduation from Lee University with a Bachelor's in Studio Art, I'll be posting some works from my time in college. I haven't shared most of the ones I'll be sharing here ever before. Probably because I was too ashamed of them. ⠀
However, I think it's important to see where someone came from, their baseline, as we call it in Psychology. My baseline when I started college was absolutely zero knowledge of visual art whatsoever. The pieces that followed were hard-earned and fought for. As is my artistic identity and vision as of today. ⠀
September 2013/Semester 1⠀
Watercolor on paper
For the first time ever in my life I am totally and completely alone. I'm in a room, in a hotel, in a city where I know absolutely no one. It's a feeling I've never had before. Surprisingly to my introvert heart, it's a feeling that I am not fond of. This may not mean much for those who do this kind of thing often or it may sound freeing for some. But I find the silence to be far too loud. For those who feel this way right now, know that at least in spirit you are not alone. "Nevertheless, I am continually with You. You hold my hand" - Psalm 73:23
Grace upon Grace upon Grace. I am so grateful for the big love shown to me in these little gifts. I can't begin to describe it. Being a pastor is the greatest honor, challenge, and privilege of my life. I have been tempted to give up many times because I often don't feel worthy or capable of the calling and that is when I am reminded, just like tonight, that I cannot be disqualified from a calling I did not call myself to. Man and Beast He saves and I have been both. So thankful for the people who show me such merciful love.
Galatians 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God. who loved me and gave himself for me.