C.L.
@cli37ssk.bsky.social
Anglophone writer living in Montreal.
Hide not your talents.
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
—Benjamin Franklin, American statesman (1706-1790)
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
—Benjamin Franklin, American statesman (1706-1790)
November 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Hide not your talents.
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
—Benjamin Franklin, American statesman (1706-1790)
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
—Benjamin Franklin, American statesman (1706-1790)
The geese honked overhead.
I ran to catch the skein
To watch them as they fled
In a long wavering line.
–May Sarton (1912–95)
I ran to catch the skein
To watch them as they fled
In a long wavering line.
–May Sarton (1912–95)
November 8, 2025 at 3:36 PM
The geese honked overhead.
I ran to catch the skein
To watch them as they fled
In a long wavering line.
–May Sarton (1912–95)
I ran to catch the skein
To watch them as they fled
In a long wavering line.
–May Sarton (1912–95)
“Don’t believe everything you hear—even in your own mind.”
– Daniel G. Amen
– Daniel G. Amen
November 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM
“Don’t believe everything you hear—even in your own mind.”
– Daniel G. Amen
– Daniel G. Amen
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Jane Brontë (1818–48)
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Jane Brontë (1818–48)
November 5, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Jane Brontë (1818–48)
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Jane Brontë (1818–48)
“You can’t save someone who isn’t willing to participate in their own rescue.” ~Unknown
November 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM
“You can’t save someone who isn’t willing to participate in their own rescue.” ~Unknown
A person travels the world over in search of what he needs & returns home to find it.
—George Moore, Irish writer (1852-1933)
—George Moore, Irish writer (1852-1933)
November 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
A person travels the world over in search of what he needs & returns home to find it.
—George Moore, Irish writer (1852-1933)
—George Moore, Irish writer (1852-1933)
NASA's Juno spacecraft captured this image of Jupiter on Jan. 28. Image credit: NASA / JPL-Caltech / SwRI / MSSS /Jackie Branc
November 4, 2025 at 3:20 PM
NASA's Juno spacecraft captured this image of Jupiter on Jan. 28. Image credit: NASA / JPL-Caltech / SwRI / MSSS /Jackie Branc
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
—Sara Coleridge, English poet (1802-52)
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
—Sara Coleridge, English poet (1802-52)
November 4, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
—Sara Coleridge, English poet (1802-52)
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
—Sara Coleridge, English poet (1802-52)
November, month of mornings, misty-bright
With golden light—
Month when the many-tinted leaf
Lies thick upon the moss below,
While to & fro
The breezes moan, as if in grief.
–Mortimer Collins (1827–76)
With golden light—
Month when the many-tinted leaf
Lies thick upon the moss below,
While to & fro
The breezes moan, as if in grief.
–Mortimer Collins (1827–76)
November 4, 2025 at 3:09 PM
November, month of mornings, misty-bright
With golden light—
Month when the many-tinted leaf
Lies thick upon the moss below,
While to & fro
The breezes moan, as if in grief.
–Mortimer Collins (1827–76)
With golden light—
Month when the many-tinted leaf
Lies thick upon the moss below,
While to & fro
The breezes moan, as if in grief.
–Mortimer Collins (1827–76)
“Menopause is a journey where you rediscover yourself & become the woman you were always meant to be.” ~Dr. Christiane Northrup
October 31, 2025 at 4:17 PM
“Menopause is a journey where you rediscover yourself & become the woman you were always meant to be.” ~Dr. Christiane Northrup
For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil & bubble.
–William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
–William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
October 31, 2025 at 4:09 PM
For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil & bubble.
–William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
–William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
This image shows the Red Spider Nebula. Planetary nebulae form when Sun-like stars reach the end of their lives, expanding into cool red giants & then shedding their outer layers to reveal their white-hot cores. Image credit: ESA/Webb/NASA/CSA/J. H. Kastner (Rochester Institute of Technology).
October 31, 2025 at 4:02 PM
This image shows the Red Spider Nebula. Planetary nebulae form when Sun-like stars reach the end of their lives, expanding into cool red giants & then shedding their outer layers to reveal their white-hot cores. Image credit: ESA/Webb/NASA/CSA/J. H. Kastner (Rochester Institute of Technology).
The small red maple leaves, keen-scented, mute,
Here fleck the stream, to grape-dark purple hushed.
–Bliss Carman (1861–1929)
Here fleck the stream, to grape-dark purple hushed.
–Bliss Carman (1861–1929)
October 30, 2025 at 2:56 PM
The small red maple leaves, keen-scented, mute,
Here fleck the stream, to grape-dark purple hushed.
–Bliss Carman (1861–1929)
Here fleck the stream, to grape-dark purple hushed.
–Bliss Carman (1861–1929)
“What others say & do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions & actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.” ~Don Miguel Ruiz
October 30, 2025 at 2:49 PM
“What others say & do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions & actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.” ~Don Miguel Ruiz
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~Rumi
October 29, 2025 at 3:34 PM
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~Rumi
Morning opens like a gold flower,
Stirs & quivers singingly at the feet of the day;
Shoots transparent light into a moving mist
That wrists spirally
Like a butterfly at play.
–Elsa Gidlow (1898–1986)
Stirs & quivers singingly at the feet of the day;
Shoots transparent light into a moving mist
That wrists spirally
Like a butterfly at play.
–Elsa Gidlow (1898–1986)
October 18, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Morning opens like a gold flower,
Stirs & quivers singingly at the feet of the day;
Shoots transparent light into a moving mist
That wrists spirally
Like a butterfly at play.
–Elsa Gidlow (1898–1986)
Stirs & quivers singingly at the feet of the day;
Shoots transparent light into a moving mist
That wrists spirally
Like a butterfly at play.
–Elsa Gidlow (1898–1986)
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.” ~Eckhart Tolle
October 18, 2025 at 5:31 PM
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.” ~Eckhart Tolle
Wanderers amid the stars--
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
-Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873-1956)
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
-Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873-1956)
October 18, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Wanderers amid the stars--
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
-Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873-1956)
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
-Walter de la Mare, English poet (1873-1956)
“Turn down the volume of your negative inner voice & create a nurturing inner voice to take its place.” ~Beverly Engel
October 18, 2025 at 5:20 PM
“Turn down the volume of your negative inner voice & create a nurturing inner voice to take its place.” ~Beverly Engel
The mug of cider simmered slow,
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand the basket stood
With nuts from brown October’s wood.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand the basket stood
With nuts from brown October’s wood.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)
October 18, 2025 at 5:19 PM
The mug of cider simmered slow,
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand the basket stood
With nuts from brown October’s wood.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand the basket stood
With nuts from brown October’s wood.
—John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes & curl my back to loneliness.” ~Maya Angelou
October 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes & curl my back to loneliness.” ~Maya Angelou
ESA’s ExoMars Trace Gas Orbiter captured this image of 3 dust devils tracking across the Martian surface in 2021. Image credit: ESA/TGO/CaSSIS.
#mars #astronomy
#mars #astronomy
October 18, 2025 at 4:47 PM
ESA’s ExoMars Trace Gas Orbiter captured this image of 3 dust devils tracking across the Martian surface in 2021. Image credit: ESA/TGO/CaSSIS.
#mars #astronomy
#mars #astronomy