Sharing my love of folklore, mythology, fantasy, literature, music, art history, medieval studies, prehistory, shamanism, animals, and nature. I am forever longing for the lands of the North...the lakes, the forests, the midnight sun, and the lights that flicker in the dark winter sky.
I thought- I hoped he would just live the rest of his life in peace, you know? I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby. And he’d get to be a grandpa. And we’d have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics. And he’d get really old… And it’d happen, but it’d be quiet… It’d be okay… He’d be surrounded by people he loved. That’s how unbelievably stupid I am.
— Beth remembering Hershel.
What breaks my heart most about this is that we don’t hear Beth talking about the things she wanted and never got— only the things she wanted for other people. What she wanted doesn’t matter to her. Beth wanted for all of them to be safe. But more than that, she wanted everyone else to be happy. Because seeing other people happy is what matters to her.
Bryn Celli Dhu (The Mound in the dark grove), Anglesey.
Bryn Celli Dhu began as a henge - a bank and ditch enclosed a cricle of 14 stones. Shortly afterwards the site was deliberately overbuilt by a large burial mound. (Photosnappery by me).