Poem: "Worthy of Love and Belonging"
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Poem: "Indicative of the Extent"
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Space Exploration
Researchers found that the planet may have liquid water on its surface – a necessary ingredient for life.
Researchers have pinpointed a super-Earth in the habitable zone of a nearby M-dwarf star only 18 light-years away. Sophisticated instruments detected the planet’s gentle tug on its star, hinting at a rocky world that could hold liquid water. Future mega-telescopes may be able to directly image it—something impossible today.
This is so awesome. :D
Hello! I'm Diana. :)
Age: 40
I mostly post about: trying to build a gentler life, small daily victories and struggles, mental health, and job-hunting reflections
My hobbies are: walking in quiet neighborhoods, beginner yoga, journaling, solo dining adventures, reading nonfiction, and classical guitar.
I'm looking to meet people who: are kind, nonjudgmental, gentle, and thoughtful. People who understand being in transition and trying to build a life that feels more like their own.
My posting schedule tends to be: more or less daily.
When I add people, my dealbreakers are: cruelty, judgment, political hostility, and unsolicited advice.
Before adding me, you should know: I live with bipolar disorder and write openly about managing it while working full-time. I would love to meet other neurodivergent folks.
Birdfeeding
I fed the birds. I've seen several sparrows and house finches plus at least 3 goldfinches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 11/23/25 -- We spent an exasperating amount of time trying to set up for chipping the brush pile from the parking lot.
EDIT 11/23/25 -- We spent a bunch more time hassling around with the chipper. We did get it going! It produces quite small shreds. They land right under the chipper. We figure that putting a tarp underneath will be the best way to move the chips to an actual pile. Hopefully tomorrow the weather will be clement enough to do actual chipping.
I am done for the night.
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Age: 16
I mostly post about: my dreams and random things that happened in my day, I may post pics from my Flickr at some point
My hobbies are: making music n playing guitar
My fandoms are: none 😠I like music theory n rock tho
I'm looking to meet people who: like music n wanna be mutuals
My posting schedule tends to be: sporadic
When I add people, my dealbreakers are: if they're 12 or younger or immature (15+ preferred/)
Before adding me, you should know: I'm a closeted t girl (irl)
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Gideon (5) just walked past me looking determined. I asked him if he
was okay and he said "Yes, I'm going outside with the hammock."
"It's cold and wet out there," I replied.
So he found his boots and his jacket and the hammock, took them outside by himself, put the hammock together (also by himself), and is now happily playing Angry Birds in it.
No, I don't understand either.
Original
is here on Pixelfed.scot.
- amandapalmer,
- drugs,
- history,
- links,
- myths,
- neilgaiman,
- rape,
- tv
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Mini Sermon
And that's what Christmas is about. At least in essence. Under the crust of money-making and schmaltz it's about making a special effort to be cheerful. Sometimes it comes across as fake- but at least we're trying.
Glossy green holly leaves, bright red holly berries, candles, mince pies, carols, the magi in their stiff, bejewelled copes bringing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh......
Book 62 - Ben Coates "Why The Dutch Are Different"

A quick overview of the most distinctive features of modern Dutch society, as seen by a young British professional who settled here a few years ago. Despite the "hidden heart" bit in the subtitle, it doesn't go beyond the obvious things — the Golden Age and colonialism; World War II; football; bicycles; the Zwarte Piet crisis; Pim Fortuyn, Theo Van Gogh, Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Geert Wilders; euthanasia, soft-drugs and prostitution; carnival; etc. — but what it says about them seems to be sensible and well-researched.
Nothing much about the arts, except Rembrandt and Vermeer, and not much about places other than Rotterdam (where Coates lives) and Amsterdam (where he works). Maastricht, Eindhoven and Breda appear in the Carnival chapter, and there's a trip to Westerbork in the WWII section, but that's about it for geography.
Coates isn't the most exciting writer: he has learnt one trick, building chapters by breaking up passages of objective background material with short passages of mildly funny subjective experience, and he applies that scheme doggedly throughout the book. But he is clearly good at condensing an argument to the essentials, and doesn't take up more of the reader's time than he needs to.
One minor caveat I had was that the external baseline Coates typically compares the Netherlands to is his experience of a few years in a very high-pressure job in London, which is scarcely "normal" by anyone else's standards. Perhaps because of that, he sometimes picks out characteristics as "typically Dutch" when they could equally well be called "typically German" or "typically Swedish", for example. But I still think this would be a valuable starting point for someone visiting the Netherlands or considering coming to work there.
Book 61 - Solvej Balle "On the Calculation of Volume I"

I'm still processing this. It starts out with curiosity as Tara Selter, a bookseller specializing in the 18th-century, has been stuck in the same date for 122 of her days, November 18. That is every day when she wakes up its November 18, and everything repeats itself - the rainy weather near Lille, France, the sky, and people who wake fresh to their first November 18, with no memory of the previous November 18s.
Tara has already spent time trying to figure out how to manage this, but now she's struggling and writing about it. Her diary evolves more into a personal exploration of her experience, of being separated from the world which renews each day, from her husband who wakes like everyone else each November 18. I thought of parallels, like the daily caring for a new baby, repeating the same thig every day, in isolation. These kinds of thoughts come to mind, even if they aren't good matches. Because Balle creates an atmosphere which we can somehow very much relate to. I wonder if it's not kind of a Covid book, having been originally published in 2020 in Danish.
An issue I had was trying to pin down where this book was going. What is the point? What is the logic? This is book one of a planned seven. So, it's maybe reasonable not get these questions answered. But it leaves the whole unfinished thing very mysterious. Perhaps Volume 2 will clarify it more.
Book 60 - Joan Didion "The Year of Magical Thinking"

This is a valuable piece of writing on grief. In December 2003, her husband has a massive heart attack at the dinner table and dies. At the same time, their daughter is in ICU with pneumonia. Over the course of the next year, she goes through an emotional wringer, dealing with the grief and the health issues of her daughter. She tries to make sens of the emotions and thinking she is experiencing, by reference to her peer group, her parents' generation and reading.
I was particularly struck by the book on grief etiquette and how that has changed. Some of what she reported I recognised from the loss of my father (the shock, the bliss of forgetting and the pain of remembering, being side swiped). There is little writing on the nature of grief in the modern age, when faith is not the support it once may have been and when death is kept out of sight; this feels to be a valuable contribution to the subject.
But for those who grieve, and who go through all the changes Didion experiences, she helps us understand that this is just what it is like. Sometimes it helps to know we are not alone when we find ourselves alone.
Bird Apocalypse
Migratory birds that fill North American forests with spring songs depend on Central America’s Five Great Forests far more than most people realize. New research shows these tropical strongholds shelter enormous shares of species like Wood Thrushes, Cerulean Warblers, and Golden-winged Warblers—many of which are rapidly declining. Yet these forests are disappearing at an alarming pace due to illegal cattle ranching, placing both birds and local communities at risk.
Free Epic Poll
"No Worthless Herbs"
Shaeth and Trobby owe a favor to Abredin the Herb Goddess.
92 lines
"Once the Avalanche Has Begun"
A foolish choice in a neighboring town makes life challenging for Shaeth's followers.
70 lines
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Which of these should be the free epic?
Sunday Word: Adumbral
adumbral [a-duhm-bruhl]
adjective:
(poetic) shadowy; shady
Examples:
while it could be considered a distant sonic cousin to Selena Gomez's cooing 'Good For You' off Revival, it has an adumbral quality its predecessor doesn't quite possess, and an intensity Lindemann will hopefully lean into on forthcoming tracks. (Maggie Lindemann Cements Her Dark-Pop Princess Status With 'Things', Popcrush, February 2016)
Within the adumbral interiors of the temples you find statues to each of the Hindu trinity, while the Shiva temple's exterior is decorated with galleries of bas-reliefs that tell the Ramayana story. (John Borthwick, Beacons of faith rise from the ruins, The West Australian, September 2013)
According to this version of weird fiction, it primarily concerns itself with destabilizing revelations of the adumbral numinous. (B Colbert, James Machin on Weird Fiction, transculture, February 2019)
He can be an adumbral yet compelling presence (as in his brief appearances in The Looking Glass War and The Spy Who Came in from the Cold), as well as a figure who lives on beyond the confines of the printed page. (Jonathan Barnes, Coming in from the Cold, Literary Review, September 2013)
An opaque sky preens
diaphanous plumage
as I, like Narcissus,
ponder my reflection
in winter's adumbral waters. (Dale G Cozart, 'At a Lake in Winter')
He took a final drink of water from the creek and stood up, his sore, battered muscles protesting violently. Then he began to stumble through the adumbral forests to find a road. (Michael Knerr, Sex Life of the Gods)
Origin:
from Latin adumbratus 'sketched, shadowed in outline,' past participle of adumbrare 'cast a shadow over,' from ad 'to' + umbrare 'to cast in shadow' (from PIE root andho- 'blind, dark' (Online Etymology Dictionary)
Birdfeeding
Today is partly sunny and mild. It rained most of yesterday.
I fed the birds. I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
I've seen two squirrels running around the trees.
EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
EDIT 11/22/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.
