Leaf Dancer
@leafdancer.bsky.social
Lawful erratic striving for a freer harmony. Capricorn snake. Have double digit Facebook friends and have never posted on Reddit or Twitter. Profile picture in the works. Loving the all the nature, art, and books so far.
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Each and every interaction with another person is a chance to edify, strengthen, and empower another person. These things, even if done in small and simple ways, can have enormous impacts on your life and the lives of those around you.
Remember, we are all star dust.
Be Stellar!
Remember, we are all star dust.
Be Stellar!
November 29, 2024 at 12:47 AM
Each and every interaction with another person is a chance to edify, strengthen, and empower another person. These things, even if done in small and simple ways, can have enormous impacts on your life and the lives of those around you.
Remember, we are all star dust.
Be Stellar!
Remember, we are all star dust.
Be Stellar!
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“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
Carl Jung from The Red Book, C. G. minces no words
November 18, 2024 at 10:23 PM
“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
-Kahlil Gibran
-Kahlil Gibran
November 21, 2024 at 12:52 PM
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
-Kahlil Gibran
-Kahlil Gibran
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walls {} hedgerows
this photograph as i parallel=but
i want to move through the boundaries.
think of all the passing shoes:::dreams
perhaps walls are not my art to curate or
structures for confinement
but inquisitive clambering /
a cautious ecology of anticipation,
revealing the field
or friend.
this photograph as i parallel=but
i want to move through the boundaries.
think of all the passing shoes:::dreams
perhaps walls are not my art to curate or
structures for confinement
but inquisitive clambering /
a cautious ecology of anticipation,
revealing the field
or friend.
November 21, 2024 at 10:29 PM
walls {} hedgerows
this photograph as i parallel=but
i want to move through the boundaries.
think of all the passing shoes:::dreams
perhaps walls are not my art to curate or
structures for confinement
but inquisitive clambering /
a cautious ecology of anticipation,
revealing the field
or friend.
this photograph as i parallel=but
i want to move through the boundaries.
think of all the passing shoes:::dreams
perhaps walls are not my art to curate or
structures for confinement
but inquisitive clambering /
a cautious ecology of anticipation,
revealing the field
or friend.
From each according to their abilities. From each according to their needs. I will leave the needs bit to more rabbinical minds than mine own. My sandbox utopia, my rules.
Anybody else build sandbox tunnels with a sister or friend? Dig down, then sideways. Giggling when wiggling fingers meet!
Anybody else build sandbox tunnels with a sister or friend? Dig down, then sideways. Giggling when wiggling fingers meet!
November 21, 2024 at 10:46 PM
From each according to their abilities. From each according to their needs. I will leave the needs bit to more rabbinical minds than mine own. My sandbox utopia, my rules.
Anybody else build sandbox tunnels with a sister or friend? Dig down, then sideways. Giggling when wiggling fingers meet!
Anybody else build sandbox tunnels with a sister or friend? Dig down, then sideways. Giggling when wiggling fingers meet!
Am outraged too, y'all. Just my two cents but I would urge you to consider Quiet acts of rebellion. Think pissing in the shower; nobody has to know! Get it out and go Be Kind, as my tree line and maritime friends have reminded me. That'll really show em! So much strength in being non-reactive.
November 21, 2024 at 1:09 PM
Am outraged too, y'all. Just my two cents but I would urge you to consider Quiet acts of rebellion. Think pissing in the shower; nobody has to know! Get it out and go Be Kind, as my tree line and maritime friends have reminded me. That'll really show em! So much strength in being non-reactive.
The Dark Night of the Soul
By St. John of the Cross
By St. John of the Cross
November 21, 2024 at 11:19 AM
The Dark Night of the Soul
By St. John of the Cross
By St. John of the Cross
I.
In a dark night,
With anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
My house being now at rest.
In a dark night,
With anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
My house being now at rest.
November 21, 2024 at 11:19 AM
I.
In a dark night,
With anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
My house being now at rest.
In a dark night,
With anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
My house being now at rest.
II.
In darkness and in safety,
By the secret ladder, disguised,
O, happy lot!
In darkness and concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and in safety,
By the secret ladder, disguised,
O, happy lot!
In darkness and concealment,
My house being now at rest.
November 21, 2024 at 11:18 AM
II.
In darkness and in safety,
By the secret ladder, disguised,
O, happy lot!
In darkness and concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and in safety,
By the secret ladder, disguised,
O, happy lot!
In darkness and concealment,
My house being now at rest.
III.
In that happy night,
In secret, seen of none,
Seeing nought myself,
Without other light or guide
Save that which in my heart was burning.
In that happy night,
In secret, seen of none,
Seeing nought myself,
Without other light or guide
Save that which in my heart was burning.
November 21, 2024 at 11:17 AM
III.
In that happy night,
In secret, seen of none,
Seeing nought myself,
Without other light or guide
Save that which in my heart was burning.
In that happy night,
In secret, seen of none,
Seeing nought myself,
Without other light or guide
Save that which in my heart was burning.
IV.
That light guided me
More surely than the noonday sun
To the place where He was waiting for me,
Whom I knew well,
And where none appeared.
That light guided me
More surely than the noonday sun
To the place where He was waiting for me,
Whom I knew well,
And where none appeared.
November 21, 2024 at 11:17 AM
IV.
That light guided me
More surely than the noonday sun
To the place where He was waiting for me,
Whom I knew well,
And where none appeared.
That light guided me
More surely than the noonday sun
To the place where He was waiting for me,
Whom I knew well,
And where none appeared.
V.
O, guiding night;
O, night more lovely than the dawn;
O, night that hast united
The lover with His beloved,
And changed her into her love.
O, guiding night;
O, night more lovely than the dawn;
O, night that hast united
The lover with His beloved,
And changed her into her love.
November 21, 2024 at 11:17 AM
V.
O, guiding night;
O, night more lovely than the dawn;
O, night that hast united
The lover with His beloved,
And changed her into her love.
O, guiding night;
O, night more lovely than the dawn;
O, night that hast united
The lover with His beloved,
And changed her into her love.
VI.
On my flowery bosom,
Kept whole for Him alone,
There He reposed and slept;
And I cherished Him, and the waving
Of the cedars fanned Him.
On my flowery bosom,
Kept whole for Him alone,
There He reposed and slept;
And I cherished Him, and the waving
Of the cedars fanned Him.
November 21, 2024 at 11:16 AM
VI.
On my flowery bosom,
Kept whole for Him alone,
There He reposed and slept;
And I cherished Him, and the waving
Of the cedars fanned Him.
On my flowery bosom,
Kept whole for Him alone,
There He reposed and slept;
And I cherished Him, and the waving
Of the cedars fanned Him.
VII.
As His hair floated in the breeze
That from the turret blew,
He struck me on the neck
With His gentle hand,
And all sensation left me.
As His hair floated in the breeze
That from the turret blew,
He struck me on the neck
With His gentle hand,
And all sensation left me.
November 21, 2024 at 11:16 AM
VII.
As His hair floated in the breeze
That from the turret blew,
He struck me on the neck
With His gentle hand,
And all sensation left me.
As His hair floated in the breeze
That from the turret blew,
He struck me on the neck
With His gentle hand,
And all sensation left me.
VIII.
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
November 21, 2024 at 11:16 AM
VIII.
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
You can visit a pristine temple of wilderness, if you have the time and money to spare. Or do what I did the other day; take a morning stroll through a mid sized city and try starting up some small talk with the crows.
Sometimes I can do this. They will reliably squawk back. Noble curious birds.
Sometimes I can do this. They will reliably squawk back. Noble curious birds.
November 19, 2024 at 9:09 PM
You can visit a pristine temple of wilderness, if you have the time and money to spare. Or do what I did the other day; take a morning stroll through a mid sized city and try starting up some small talk with the crows.
Sometimes I can do this. They will reliably squawk back. Noble curious birds.
Sometimes I can do this. They will reliably squawk back. Noble curious birds.
When we open our eyes and walk with the wind, a more time worn and true programming becomes available to us. One much deeper and freer than what we feel incrementally encroaching.
November 19, 2024 at 9:01 PM
When we open our eyes and walk with the wind, a more time worn and true programming becomes available to us. One much deeper and freer than what we feel incrementally encroaching.
“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
Carl Jung from The Red Book, C. G. minces no words
November 18, 2024 at 10:23 PM
“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
Still figuring this thing out. Was just replying to Bye Elmo.
November 18, 2024 at 9:18 PM
Still figuring this thing out. Was just replying to Bye Elmo.
Some pundits these days remind me of the ferry boat operator in the movie The Outlaw Josey Wales.
November 18, 2024 at 9:13 PM
Some pundits these days remind me of the ferry boat operator in the movie The Outlaw Josey Wales.
I'll give you three Al Purdy's for a twenty dollar bill.
Song by Bruce Cockburn. Ephemeral musing.
Song by Bruce Cockburn. Ephemeral musing.
November 18, 2024 at 6:27 PM
I'll give you three Al Purdy's for a twenty dollar bill.
Song by Bruce Cockburn. Ephemeral musing.
Song by Bruce Cockburn. Ephemeral musing.