I love Terry Pratchett 💕💕
Every time I see a camel I can’t help but think about their supposed mathematical prowess 😊
The things that are etched in my memory! 🙄😂
Sir Terry - gone but not forgotten ❤


Completely agree about Circe. It was a great re-telling. So I can also recommend.
Ariadne and The Song of Achilles are also great reads by the same author.


And I’ve been here for just over a year watching you create all of those things. That is what captured me when I joined Nostr and why I’m still here.
I feel very privileged watching creators create.  I love seeing the collaboration that occurs - the openness, the sharing of knowledge and skill sets.
I’m loving the Damus/Nostr rabbit hole into which I stumbled. 😊😊
I can live without GIFs until you’re ready to travel that road.


Amazing clouds today! Glenelg Beach South Australia.
They remind me of crinkle cut chips 😊 https://image.nostr.build/91bd1263269300467fff8054997804db6662b08108b5a9ef5bc86f1be7311114.jpg


The fancy setting 👍


And only in this past week has the Australian government passed a motion calling on the US and UK governments to release him.
Shameful it’s taken them this long.


HADO water?


Anybody would think you were a tech bro 😉😊


Ditto ☺👍


I much preferred paved toad. It set me off thinking about tiled frogs, resurfaced salamanders and ultimately ending up with grassy moles!


🫂❤🩹 Condolences nostr:npub1sg6plzptd64u62a878hep2kev88swjh3tw00gjsfl8f237lmu63q0uf63m


It’s late.
I’m walking home alone… and I love it.

The quiet…

As I walk over the bridge towards home
I feel … everything
A connection to the Water
A connection to the Earth
A connection to the Sky

I know that walking home alone at night
as a woman is…dangerous…risky…
Apparently I’m taking my life in my own hands.

Fuck you!
Fuck you to being afraid.
Fuck you to the entire thought of risk.
Fuck you to anyone who thinks that I - a grown woman - should not walk alone at night.

I love it.
The quietness.
The stillness.
The smell … salt mixed with earth.
The life I breathe on my way home.
The life that fills my lungs with beauty under moonlight.

I reach my home… my destination.
I feel triumphant.
A small miracle that I walked home
at night
in peace
In rapture of the night
And the moon.

That I should
In spite of everything
Ever need to consider the walk a risk

I sit now
At home
Outside
In peace
…. and breathe
     the stillness of the night

My heart aches that I cannot always feel this way

But I’ll take it
If that’s the only way
I can feel this close to…everything
  To the night
        To the light
             To my life
I’ll take it
I’ll risk everything
Again
        And again.

For what?

For what am I?

        If not the beating heart of a winter’s night..