Indigo Sky 💙

Favorite succulents in my yard.

Succulent

My favorite succulents in my yard.

Sitting outside watching the sunset for the 1st time in months. 🧡☺️

So generous 💙

Trying to pray with poet Fanny Howe

The Witness

Behold the space
Between each star
Or a child under nine
Laying her hand
On another's face.

Close your eyes
And breath.
When seized, don't speak

With the greatest love and respect to Emily Dickinson

Hope isn't some fragile bird that comes to you in your darkest hour

Hope is like Christmas
It only seems ✨magical✨ when you don't know about your mom behind the scenes doing the work to make it happen

And now it's our turn to do the work

Today's vibe is antigravity

a collage of 4 different legs of the same flight, with the same part of the plane's wing in each picture.

sky palette ✈️

Is that you under the 🔍 Carly @nautiluscarly.bsky.social ?

Je suis l'etranger.

Words live or die in usage, not in nestled in the dictionary. A living language is perpetually in flux.

That's all true, Charlotte. I'm just saying it's the only way forward that can repair our country without a revolution. The Clinton, Bush, Obama, and Biden families should be out front flying from city to city organizing it. Since this isn't happening, I think we're cooked and facing dystopia.

2/2 or on your profile it looks like your own words commenting on the image and you have to click on the post to see your continuation of the thread. I hope this helps you understand why it looks like you're not crediting the author.

The problem with your post is that you end it with a comma instead of 1/2 showing it's a thread, or even an ellipsis showing that it will be continued in another post. The comma looks like a typo that was intended to be a period at the end of a sentence. When you see the post on the timeline 1/2

You can just come out and say the words, National Strike. Huge protests that shut down every major city and every state capitol. We must be demanding a caretaker administration (Obama-Bush?) until we can have new elections.

Original author Rebecca Solnit:
A Field Guide to Getting Lost

www.abebooks.com/servlet/Book...

She has a tattoo of part of the quote!

Is that quoting from The Blue of Distance by @rebeccasolnit.bsky.social? 🤔

Have you made it to Milledgeville? 🤔

When I say I’m southern gothic, I mean one time we were driving past a cemetery and my grandfather drawled “Don’t be afraid of ghosts. The dead cain’t hurt you. It’s the living you gotta worry about.” And he was right

the setting sun mostly covered by clouds

cloud report ☁️

21 year old LEGEND like Fenway hasn't seen since exactly 50 years ago, Fred Lynn.

The full moon is seen maybe two hours after moonrise over the waters at Newport News above a horizon of city lights that divide the photo into dark sky and dark waters that are very similarly dark blue colored. Photo credit myself ~

I am a Goddess worshipping religious fanatic ~

An old time-y illustration of a Twine.

Today is Décadi the 20th of Ventôse in the year 234.
Ventôse is the month of wind.
Today we celebrate twine. #JacobinDay

More information on twine

I found mine on top of the refrigerator once after going back to the grocery store looking for it!

I am no longer on that website, I deleted my account when they started building their gen-ai and using the data from their users in its construction. My love poems are a spiritual endeavor and I believe using gen-ai like that is a profane abomination. I'm a Goddess worshipping religious fanatic.

Thank you 🙂 I used to write more, I had 13,800 followers on my Twitter account in 2020 for my writing and photography. I don't have the same drives and energy now, but I ain't dead yet.

Photos of a white Siberian crab apple tree in full bloom that I took last May. Lush white petals as seen from laying beneath.

Eager for the lush bloom of Spring.

#Bloom #Spring #EastCoastKin

My trembling hand yet holds Her secret safely ✨

There is no darkness
In the Goddess' fair presence
Let Her brightness shine ✨

#haiku

“with you, intimacy colours my voice. even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.” Warsan Shire glass vase with poppies shades of pinks & cream in various stages of unfurling