Woke up this AM to frost on the kale. Beauty surrounds us, in quiet ways, even as dominators do their damage. We can fight against damage, even as we are sustained by beauty. I will be more attentive to the beauty than ever I have been before—not as a diversion, but as motivation for the fight.

Long time FB user who doesn’t want to support Zuck. Don’t know how to find/build community on Bsky. Maybe I don’t grasp the nature or method of the platform. Still new, so I know I have to give it time, but I feel like I’m walking down the street talking to myself. Looking for birds of a feather.

First post on Bluesky. I’m used to writing essays. Now I’ll have to write snippets. Okay, then. I too worry about the future. Not sure how to resist. But I’ll hold on to what and who I love. One thing I love: Monkeyflowers at the snout of Lower Curtis Glacier, North Cascades. A sacred place to me.