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Charlotte the Procrastinator
@catsbearsandme.bsky.social
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Cats... bears... and me.

Fascinated and appalled by politics: Pro-EU, anti-Fascist, anti-Trump. 🏳️‍🌈

Music, art, movies, books, and I try and post a poem a day...

Matrix and Kate Bush obsessive.
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
On the days you only have 40%, and you give 40%, you gave 100%.
November 27, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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#HarrietMaxwellConverse

The Thanksgivings by Harriet Maxwell Converse
(translated from a traditional Iroquois prayer)
We who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise Him. We thank Him that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth. We thank Him for making the earth and giving these beings its products to live on. We thank Him for the water that comes out of the earth and runs for our lands. We thank Him for all the animals on the earth. We thank Him for certain timbers that grow and have fluids coming from them for us all. We thank Him for the branches of the trees that grow shadows for our shelter. We thank Him for the beings that come from the west, the thunder and lightning that water the earth. We thank Him for the light which we call our oldest brother, the sun that works for our good. We thank Him for all the fruits that grow on the trees and vines. We thank Him for his goodness in making the forests, and thank all its trees. We thank Him for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being of the darkness that gives us light, the moon. We thank Him for the bright spots in the skies that give us signs, the stars. We give Him thanks for our supporters, who had charge of our harvests. We give thanks that the voice of the Great Spirit can still be heard through the words of Ga-ne-o-di-o. We thank the Great Spirit that we have the privilege of this pleasant occasion. We give thanks for the persons who can sing the Great Spirit’s music, and hope they will be privileged to continue in his faith. We thank the Great Spirit for all the persons who perform the ceremonies on this occasion.
November 27, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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A Gentle Rebellion by Sian Wilmot
Self love doesn't always mean liking what you see in the mirror. Often, it's a quiet thing. Soft but certain. A gentle rebellion. It's the day you wake up and realise you've stopped apologising for the space you take up; it's removing yourself from the people who make you feel like you're less than enough. It's knowing your worth on days when nobody else sees it and standing up for yourself when nobody else does. But there will be days when you don't. Days when you can't. And on those days, it's forgiving yourself. It's trying again. And again. And again.
November 26, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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#RalphWaldoEmerson

Fable by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig.’ Bun replied, ‘You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.’
November 26, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
You haven't always got this. No one has got this 100% of the time and that should not be the goal. The goal should be to treat yourself with compassion and realise that a great deal of what is the human experience comes from not always having your shit together.
November 25, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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#TinyBuddhaOfficial
You're still in the middle of your story. Don't judge it by the pages where you're tired, lost, or unsure. You're not failing. You're growing. You just can't see it yet.
November 25, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
My favourite spirits are the ones who get a bad reputation for luring men to their deaths when really they usually just take the form of beautiful women standing alone and men think that in and of itself, is an invitation, so it's really on the men. @JoyceLinnet
November 25, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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#AndreaGibson
Before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe. - Andrea Gibson
November 25, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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#DeniseLevertov

What My House Would Be Like If It Were A Person by Denise Levertov
This person would be an animal. This animal would be large, at least as large as a workhorse. It would chew cud, like cows, having several stomachs. No one could follow it into the dense brush to witness its mating habits. Hidden by fur, its sex would be hard to determine. Definitely it would discourage investigation. But it would be, if not teased, a kind, amiable animal, confiding as a chickadee. Its intelligence would be of a high order, neither human nor animal, elvish. And it would purr, though of course, it being a house, you would sit in its lap, not it in yours.
November 25, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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#TheTinyJoyProject
They say everything happens for a reason. Maybe the reason is just to feel it. To love so much it hurts, to lose and still care, to break and still reach for the light. Maybe the reason is that we're here at all.
November 24, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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I couldn't resist posting this from the wise cat from IG.
Photo of a ginger/orange and white cat sitting and looking down to his left rather disdainfully. Text: The extra-large roll of bubble wrap arrived. The FC asked, "What should I do with it?" "Just pop it in the corner," said meownself. That was four hours ago. She is still in the corner... Going POP POP POP! like an excited woodpecker on energy drinks. Honestly, it's like living with a hyperactive bowl of Rice Krispies.
November 24, 2025 at 7:21 PM
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Healings 2 by Kathleen Jamie
At midnight the north sky is blues and greys, with a thin fissure of citrine just above the horizon. It’s light when you wake, regardless of the hour. At 2 or 4 or 6am, you breathe light into your body. A rose, a briar rose. A wild rose and its thorned stem. What did Burns say? ‘you seize the flo’er, the bloom is shed’. To be healed is not to be saved from mortality, but rather, released back into it: we are returned to the wild, into possibilities for ageing and change.
November 24, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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#WeAreSpiritualBeings
Repeat after me: I am a fucking awesome person who has dealt with so much shit and I have made it through it all and am still cute and smart and funny and nice and intelligent and I kick ass.
November 23, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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#WildWomanSisterhood
I'm the kind of woman who believes in the healing power of nature. The woman who makes wishes on dandelions and shooting stars. With all the ugly in the world, we have to be the magic.
November 23, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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#ChenChen

i love you to the moon &
by Chen Chen
not back, let’s not come back, let’s go by the speed of queer zest & stay up there & get ourselves a little moon cottage (so pretty), then start a moon garden with lots of moon veggies (so healthy), i mean i was already moonlighting as an online moonologist most weekends, so this is the immensely logical next step, are you packing your bags yet, don’t forget your sailor moon jean jacket, let’s wear our sailor moon jean jackets while twirling in that lighter, queerer moon gravity, let’s love each other (so good) on the moon, let’s love the moon on the moon
November 23, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
I am still learning how to ask for what I deserve without it also sounding like an apology. - Rachel Wiley
November 22, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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#PatSchneider

Instructions for the Journey by Pat Schneider
The self you leave behind is only a skin you have outgrown. Don’t grieve for it. Look to the wet, raw, unfinished self, the one you are becoming. The world, too, sheds its skin: politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days. It’s easy to lose this tenderly unfolding moment. Look for it as if it were the first green blade after a long winter. Listen for it as if it were the first clear tone in a place where dawn is heralded by bells. And if all that fails, wash your own dishes. Rinse them. Stand in your kitchen at your sink. Let cold water run between your fingers. Feel it.
November 22, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
The world needs more people who collect weird rocks, name their houseplants, and whisper secrets to the moon.
November 21, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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#WaltWhitman

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer by Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
November 21, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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#NewMoon
The new moon reminds us: rest is not absence, it is preparation.
November 20, 2025 at 5:38 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
Some of you are so used to your nature, you don't realize how amazing you really are. The way you make people laugh, lift others/encourage them to be stronger than their fears... you do this even though you are struggling too. May the universe protect you, and sadness forget you.
November 20, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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#EmilyJungminYoon

Between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice, Today by Emily Jungmin Yoon
I read a Korean poem with the line “Today you are the youngest you will ever be.” Today I am the oldest I have been. Today we drink buckwheat tea. Today I have heat in my apartment. Today I think about the word chada in Korean. It means cold. It means to be filled with. It means to kick. To wear. Today we’re worn. Today you wear the cold. Your chilled skin. My heart kicks on my skin. Someone said winter has broken his windows. The heat inside and the cold outside sent lightning across glass. Today my heart wears you like curtains. Today it fills with you. The window in my room is full of leaves ready to fall. Chada, you say. It’s tea. We drink. It is cold outside.
November 20, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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#TheMuffReport
It's gotten to the point where the aliens have stopped laughing at us and are all looking at each other like holy shit should we do something.
November 19, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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#WilliamShakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.
November 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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#KarishaLongaker #MaMuse

We Shall Be Known by Karisha Longaker of MaMuse (Lyrics)
(Song to follow...)
We shall be known by the company we keep, by the ones who circle round to tend these fires. We shall be known by the ones who sow and reap the seeds of change alive from deep within the earth. It is time now, it is time now that we thrive, it is time we lead ourselves into the well. It is time now, and what a time to be alive, in this great turning we shall learn to lead in love, in this great turning we shall learn to lead in love.
November 18, 2025 at 5:42 PM