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your month, your flower friend!
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I love these!
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"Enjoying a Cup of Coffee:
Frugal Hedonism, or Common Sense."
[a poem]
Notebook. Coffee.
Writing.
Like a detective of high-fiction,
Chewing over clues.
In an armchair, sitting, thinking,
Trying to solve the seemingly unsolvable,
Just to know what's true.
Finding purpose in the purposeless.
'Tis madness, forsooth.
Or it's genius.
Needed: proof.
Quickly, prove it, then,
With just your notebook, pen;
Enough so, that your spirit's soothed.
Unquiet soul, inquisitive,
Moved not by loud clamour, empty speech,
But only as the truth can move.
Later, late at night,
You might make sense of this erring wrong,
Or this persistent taste for right.
Tomorrow has not announced itself, as such,
As the harbinger of proof
that any of this
is worth it.
But, it's worth it.
(Somehow, saying it, it still feels true.)
I hope that this helps and inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
🙂↕️❤️☕
I love you! Bye! Wow! You're the best! 😍
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Today's paint-by-numbers is by far my favourite.
(I am so proud of myself.)
((Also, I am glad that I am the sort of individual who has learned to celebrate her personal successes, however small and arbitrary they might seem.))
(((By way of illustration: I went to bed last night in a jubilant mood,
Because I had managed to evolve my Eevee into Umbreon,
Which was no by no means a straightforward feat!)))
"The Bag of the Grocery-Store-Bought Espresso"
[a prose poem]
The bag of the grocery-store-bought espresso
informs me that it contains ground coffee grains
of "lush, bright notes."
A band geek to the last, I ask myself,
Which instrument plays lush, bright notes?
Which one? cor,
or the more-formal-named cor d'harmonie.
(The french horn, as we Anglos say.
Not the British: "Cor!" of historic-speak.)
At the grocery store, I bought this bag
Of espresso, hoping that the flavour
Would not be too bitter, nor taste cheap.
(I have savoured it, each morning,
In this bleak midwinter's hush.
Listen: in the sadlike, soulful silence,
There's the promised melody,
lush and bright:
One that's meet,
and makes all that's bitter, sweet.)
I hope that this helps, and inspires,
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
🙂↕️❤️☕
I love you! Bye! Bisous! Bless you! Bye! I love you!
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I've decided to create
A Storyteller's Inspiration Post
or
A Mess of Quotes, Well-Written Words, & Verse that Might Make You Feel Like Writing.
I've found these inspiring, recently.
Lastly, here is
"Dockery and Son"
by Philip Larkin
I hope that this helps and inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
🙂↕️☕❤️
I love you! I really, really do! Bye!
🐝🎶🌷
Bye! 🩷
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"My Life is Wonder-Filled."
[a pantoumish poem]
See, the snowflakes falling.
There are as many wonders in the world,
As there are these snowy flaughts,
Like pixies in the air.
My darling child,
In all the world, there's many wonders,
As slight and wild, as airlike sprites.
Feather-soft, and secret as the snow,
As it falls in solemn twilight.
(Your life, my darling one,
is every bit as wonder-filled as mine.)
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Also,
because I thought it was delightful & funny:
My take:
Jemma the Hummingbird and the Normal-Sized Peach
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I hope that this helps and inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo Ġesund, "Be Well.")
I love you! Bye!
These are the four songs that I've had stuck in my head for the past week.
Think of it as an honourary playlist,
Called "Hummingbirdy"
Bye! I love you! (bye) 🩷
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Aaahhaaaaahhhh!!! I read this article just now; and...!
This feels like the best thing I've ever read!!!
As someone who was born hearing-impaired, and had lived her whole life differently-abled when it comes to hearing & speech,
It feels, to me, like a beautiful vindication, to read this,
like something that was always wrong, is made right, in the most satisfying way!
What a way to put it!
I love being unconventional & revolutionary with my word choice, too.
It takes the "chore" out of choosing words.
I relate completely!
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes y-
and a great quote by Cathy Park Hong
also very relatable
"Unmastering English" has been such a significant side quest for me, as a storyteller.
Inspired!
Also, this poem by the author of the article, Noa Micaela.
Wow.
(whispering to myself: wow)
There is more, besides, in the article;
And you can read it! If you want!
The link is at the top of my post!
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I truly hope that this helps & inspires,
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well!")
I love you! Bye, then!
I hope that you have a celebratory Saturday!
Bye! 🩷
When You Are Getting Older
You'll feel like you are
but then you remember
so,
do not forget!
I hope that this helps, and inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you! (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
Be well, be well, be well.
I love you! Bye, then! Ah! I really love you!
Ha! I love you! Ever so much! Goodbye!
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I am very proud of this particular paint-by-numbers I did this afternoon,
Especially given that I didn't have the correct paint colours for it.
I improvised with what I had, and, voila!
A beautiful masterpiece
(one that I love to see reflecting the sunlight coming through the window).
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My favourite creative principle was at play, here:
Work with what you have, not against it!
God bless you. Thank you. I love you.
Bēo ġesund, "Be well."
I love you! Glorious you! Bye, then! Wow! ✌️
Firstly, for the Muses,
(As a Sort-of "Amuse Bouche"),
Two-ish Stanzas from Two Victorian(-ish) English Poets.
tah-dah....!
- Lionel Pigot Johnson, "Renegade"
- Robert Browning, "Rabbi Ben Ezra"
"On the Pages of My Soul,"
[a poem]
On the pages of my soul,
I have written o'er the truth, that is already written there.
But, each winter, the soul erases what I've written there,
To show its own better truth.
On the golden pages of the soul,
I have written what I thought should be there;
But, each winter, the soul erases what I've written there,
To show its own bare and better truth.
On the delicate pages of the soul,
I have written countless truths, o'er the One Truth that is written there;
But, each winter, the soul erases what I've written there,
To show its own bare and better, (and more beautiful), truth.
To show its own truth, -- more beautiful, and far more bare, than I could have once believed,
The soul erases all the writings-o'er that I had written there:
The truths I thought were true,--
-- the ones that I was told when I was young, and thought that I should tell;
And on the pages of the soul, now blissfully blank again,
there's only silence.
(A precious, honest silence,
an apricot-golden silence,
a silence as delicate as the wings of a butterfly.)
I hope that this helps and inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well!")
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Oh, and if you celebrate Sherlock Holmes's birthday (yesterday, January 6th, making him a Capricorn EXACTLY LIKE ME),
Then, you know... Happy Birthday, Sherlock Holmes!
I love you. Really! Bye, then, you! You wonder!
I still love you! More than ever! I love you; and bye!
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"Don't Stress, Do Less,
& the Fifty-Two Recommended Ways to Do It."
[a cento inspired by a real self-help article]
I hope that this helps, and inspires you;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
I love you! Gosh! I love you a lot! Good-bye, then!
🙂↕️❤️☕
"Go to thy rest, dear friend;
For today is already blessed. "
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"Some Winter Wisdom / Early in the Morning,"
[A poem, or "song charm."]
Early in the morning, there is "sweven-glid", the "soul glide."
The soul-bird flits freely, when weighed not by the heavy "uhtceare"--
-- an [awkward] Old English word, literally meaning "dawn grief", or worrying in the early morning about the day ahead.
This is January, the height of winter, what the Anglo-Saxons called Wulf-monath, or "Wolf Month."
Worry & hunger is the winter's feeling; and, yet, the hunger teaches us to love the comforts that we have.
(The howling of the wolves, at night, reminds us to think more pleasant thoughts.)
3 a.m. is the first hour of the day, a time of magic, sometimes known as the witching hour, or the "watchman's hour";
'Tis the time for spirits to be free, (giddily free, if you permit it), when no daytime plans & daylight thoughts can encumber them.
Bless ye. Thankee.
I hope that this helps & inspires;
And thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
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Oh, and here's a piece of writing advice that I like (in case it helps):
Also, this, from the much-quoted Alan Cohen:
Thank you. I love you. God bless you, once again!
It never could be too much, or too often, to me.
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(I love you! Bye, then. Bless you, dearest.)
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The prosecution:
The defense:
The defense rests, your honour.
Today was a good day!
I went on a long walk.
I had a bath.
I read for HOURS.
My current read:
The Pretender, by Jo Harkin.
It's funny, well-researched;
And no attempt is made to hide how the story is absolutely barmy.
(It's an addictive read, and I love it!)
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God bless you. Thank you. I love you.
Bēo ġesund, "Be well."
I love you! 🤟🤟🤟🤟🤟 Yes! I do! Bye, then!
Here's my photodump of cozycore (#cozycore)
because I wanted, when I click the "heart" icon,
to see the blue mittens make a snowball.
Please, carry about your day as usual.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
❤️🙂↕️☕ i love you.
i'm a lil mad about the charles dickens meme because how dare you
like any of us,
he's just a baby who did his best.
bye ✌️
2026
READ VORACIOUSLY
EAT VORACIOUSLY
TAKE NOTE OF BIRDS
MAKE ART YES THAT ART
KEEP GOING
LIVE
2026
THIS JUST IN:
BEING STRESSED OUT IS UNCOOL & ILLEGAL
HAVE A LONG HOT BATH
TAKE A TWO HOUR NAP
DRINK A GLASS OF WATER
YOU MADE IT TO 2026
& YOU'RE SEXIER THAN EVER. ✌️
inspired reblog
keep things fun & flirty 💐
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(I love you! Bye! )
"A Writer's Foretoken is Their Word."
Even you, who has lived your life,
Cannot be sure of who you are.
Is your identity cemented, yet?
You know it isn't. Of course it isn't.
(It never will be.)
What guarantee exists, then,
that you are this,
And always will be?
There's no science to the augury
That tells you, specifically, what is,
From what is uncertain & always shifting.
Oh, but life is mainly time that's empty
Until you fill it up with... something.
The something that you fill it with
may be meaningful, or fanciful.
It may be that it's acceptable to others,
and comfortable, and boring.
All the same,
the road you've chosen lies ahead of you.
But, over yonder, in a green confusion,
There's the untramped woodland.
There's the mire, where no one walks.
(If you walk there, or so I've heard,
you may learn to laugh at yourself, again);
There's the vale, deep, yet briary,
(There, you may learn to soothe yourself);
Now, here's the fen: what damp and mud!
(But, strange enough,
I've heard it tell, a traveler, there,
Lived there, once;
and was as patient & wise a soul
as any I have found.)
The wind is picking up, now.
I cannot tarry. I go along with it.
Why?
The song of the wind is calling me.
I'm haunted by it. I'm filled with it.
You say you do not hear it?
Well, then, before we part, may I ask,
The same question that I asked before?
"Who are you?"
and
"How are you so sure?"
Even you, who has lived your life,
Cannot be sure of who you are.
//
You say: Be careful.
A song in the wind is not much to go by.
Aye; but it's enough for me.
It's not much, & flimsy, and easily lost;
Therefore,
It's all the more precious to me.
I say to you: my true, good soul,
Once, the wind's song was enough for you,
when you, too, were young & lost,
and all of this
was wilderness.
I hope that this helps and inspires;
And Happy New Year!
Thank you for listening, darling.
God bless you. (Or, in Old English,
Bēo ġesund, "Be well.")
🙂↕️❤️☕
I love you! Bye! Oh, wow! You're lovely! Okay, then!
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