secret garden dress by Chotronette,
a design duo comprised of Silvia Chiteala and Laura Cazacu,
based in Iasi, Romania.
a design duo comprised of Silvia Chiteala and Laura Cazacu,
based in Iasi, Romania.
 This is from an archeological site called Hasanlu, level IVB, which was burned after a military attack. People from both fighting sides were killed in the fire, which apparently spread quite unexpectedly and quickly through the town. These skeletons were found in a plaster grain bin, probably hiding from soldiers, they almost certainly asphyxiated quickly because of the fire. They are both male, which could indicate a family connection (or maybe a homosexual relationship). The “head wound” is actually from modern-day excavators. The skeleton couple was unearthed in 1972.
Theses skeletons were found in a bin with no objects. The only feature is a stone slab under the head of the skeleton on the left hand side (SK335). Some sources claim that skeletons, appearing to kiss each other, were buried 6000 years ago, but that’s not true. The archeologist who studied the skeletons say they were there since 2800 years ago. The University of Pennsylvania has determined that the couple died together in about 800 B.C. The skeletons do appear like they are kissing each other before they died – as if to signify that love is eternal. via http://rarehistoricalphotos.com/2800-year-old-kiss/ read this quote the other day from Ken McRae. it resonated deeply with me, so i thought i would share - Tantra dissolves the dichotomy of spiritual versus mundane; practitioners can entail every aspect of their daily lives into their spiritual growth process, seeking to realize the transcendent in the immanent. Tantric spiritual practices and rituals thus aim to bring about an inner realization of the truth that "Nothing exists that is not Divine," bringing freedom from ignorance and from the cycle of suffering (saṃsāra) in the process. 
a late summer poem by Dana Faulds. enjoy - Sun Kissed The blown conch sounds
its low note. In the warm air, the fragrance of musk and lilac mingle. A wooden flute wraps its melody around me like silk. The time for dry austerities is past. I cast my robe aside, throw bare arms wide and let the sunlight have its way with me. Curves, softness, breath, beauty, movement, breasts seek the sun's embrace. A lifetime of shame lifts, burning away like morning mist. Adrift, the rising tide of passion takes me, and I do not wish to find the shore.  “Become loving. When you are in the embrace, become the embrace. Become the kiss. Forget yourself so totally that you can say, “I am no more. Only love exists.” Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating. Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating. Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing. Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch. Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known."
- Osho here is a photo of the May 5th supermoon as it appeared in my neighborhood 
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Anandalila is a tantric hatha yoga teacher and moksha magick practitioner. When she is not on the mat, she enjoys reading, writing, music, birdwatching, and, of course, chocolate. Archives
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