𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
@sbwordmuse.bsky.social
𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭/𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
Remember this:
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
November 20, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Remember this:
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
Another day of autumn walking. It feels so good.
November 18, 2025 at 6:54 PM
Another day of autumn walking. It feels so good.
Sending out hopeful vibes this day.
November 18, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Sending out hopeful vibes this day.
My husband sent me the sunset and the moon while he was on the way to work this very early morning.
He loves me to the moon and back. ⏾❤︎
#waxingcresentmoon #sunset #moon #ontheroad
He loves me to the moon and back. ⏾❤︎
#waxingcresentmoon #sunset #moon #ontheroad
November 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
My husband sent me the sunset and the moon while he was on the way to work this very early morning.
He loves me to the moon and back. ⏾❤︎
#waxingcresentmoon #sunset #moon #ontheroad
He loves me to the moon and back. ⏾❤︎
#waxingcresentmoon #sunset #moon #ontheroad
I can do it because I’m home alone all day.
Happy Monday! TGIM.
Happy Monday! TGIM.
November 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM
I can do it because I’m home alone all day.
Happy Monday! TGIM.
Happy Monday! TGIM.
Sunset in the city.
November 16, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Sunset in the city.
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
―Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
Autumn at The Book Loft in German Village, Columbus, Ohio. Some of my books are sold here.
I love this place. 🍁📚
―Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
Autumn at The Book Loft in German Village, Columbus, Ohio. Some of my books are sold here.
I love this place. 🍁📚
November 15, 2025 at 6:47 PM
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
―Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
Autumn at The Book Loft in German Village, Columbus, Ohio. Some of my books are sold here.
I love this place. 🍁📚
―Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
Autumn at The Book Loft in German Village, Columbus, Ohio. Some of my books are sold here.
I love this place. 🍁📚
Some days waking
feels like unraveling.
The world leans heavy,
but the moon remembers me.
Still—
something ancestral stirs within,
soft but stubborn.
And I go on.
—Sana
* Listen to the sound of the air.
#morningmoon #waningcrescentmoon
feels like unraveling.
The world leans heavy,
but the moon remembers me.
Still—
something ancestral stirs within,
soft but stubborn.
And I go on.
—Sana
* Listen to the sound of the air.
#morningmoon #waningcrescentmoon
November 15, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Some days waking
feels like unraveling.
The world leans heavy,
but the moon remembers me.
Still—
something ancestral stirs within,
soft but stubborn.
And I go on.
—Sana
* Listen to the sound of the air.
#morningmoon #waningcrescentmoon
feels like unraveling.
The world leans heavy,
but the moon remembers me.
Still—
something ancestral stirs within,
soft but stubborn.
And I go on.
—Sana
* Listen to the sound of the air.
#morningmoon #waningcrescentmoon
Look at brown eyes in the sun, you won’t always notice it at first, but you’ll see that brown no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset all their own.
November 14, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Look at brown eyes in the sun, you won’t always notice it at first, but you’ll see that brown no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset all their own.
The sky is gray, but the leaves called me out to play.
Have a nice day. 🍂
Have a nice day. 🍂
November 14, 2025 at 1:03 PM
The sky is gray, but the leaves called me out to play.
Have a nice day. 🍂
Have a nice day. 🍂
The young girl who,
since birth, felt alone
& out of place.
The young woman who
made bad choices,
but a few good ones too.
Now she finds herself
a wife & a mother,
older & wiser in the
last stretch of life.
I dance with my selves
in the shadows of
sunset leaving all
the regrets behind.
sb
since birth, felt alone
& out of place.
The young woman who
made bad choices,
but a few good ones too.
Now she finds herself
a wife & a mother,
older & wiser in the
last stretch of life.
I dance with my selves
in the shadows of
sunset leaving all
the regrets behind.
sb
November 13, 2025 at 10:42 PM
The young girl who,
since birth, felt alone
& out of place.
The young woman who
made bad choices,
but a few good ones too.
Now she finds herself
a wife & a mother,
older & wiser in the
last stretch of life.
I dance with my selves
in the shadows of
sunset leaving all
the regrets behind.
sb
since birth, felt alone
& out of place.
The young woman who
made bad choices,
but a few good ones too.
Now she finds herself
a wife & a mother,
older & wiser in the
last stretch of life.
I dance with my selves
in the shadows of
sunset leaving all
the regrets behind.
sb
I was once a full time genealogist. The thing that interests me about family history is the spaces between the things we think we know about our families & the realities. All those mysteries to be solved & yes, even those indiscretions. Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies & gentlemen.
November 13, 2025 at 6:50 PM
I was once a full time genealogist. The thing that interests me about family history is the spaces between the things we think we know about our families & the realities. All those mysteries to be solved & yes, even those indiscretions. Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies & gentlemen.
Good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
November 13, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
You know what they say, “It takes a village.”
November 12, 2025 at 5:19 PM
You know what they say, “It takes a village.”
Good morning Bluesky friends.
I want it to be known that I am one of those people.
I feed the birds, crows are welcome. I also feed the squirrels.
I talk to my plants, especially when I forget to water them for too long. Not seedlings, close.
I love a good thunder storm.
I’ve got it covered.
I want it to be known that I am one of those people.
I feed the birds, crows are welcome. I also feed the squirrels.
I talk to my plants, especially when I forget to water them for too long. Not seedlings, close.
I love a good thunder storm.
I’ve got it covered.
November 12, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Good morning Bluesky friends.
I want it to be known that I am one of those people.
I feed the birds, crows are welcome. I also feed the squirrels.
I talk to my plants, especially when I forget to water them for too long. Not seedlings, close.
I love a good thunder storm.
I’ve got it covered.
I want it to be known that I am one of those people.
I feed the birds, crows are welcome. I also feed the squirrels.
I talk to my plants, especially when I forget to water them for too long. Not seedlings, close.
I love a good thunder storm.
I’ve got it covered.
An old bookshop. I love the smell and feel of the crisp, worn pages on my fingertips, and taking in the view of all the shelves filled with books. I feel relaxed and at peace. It is a place of knowledge and power, time travel and escape. A good bookshop is a cathedral for the human spirit.
s.b.
s.b.
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
An old bookshop. I love the smell and feel of the crisp, worn pages on my fingertips, and taking in the view of all the shelves filled with books. I feel relaxed and at peace. It is a place of knowledge and power, time travel and escape. A good bookshop is a cathedral for the human spirit.
s.b.
s.b.
Poetry speaks
for you when
your voice is
not enough.
Cries of
expression:
Rage, pain,
and sadness.
Howls, screams,
and curses.
Drowning in
black ink flowing.
s.b.
#poetry
I love to read poetry and I love to write poetry. Find my poetry books here: www.amazon.com/author/susan...
for you when
your voice is
not enough.
Cries of
expression:
Rage, pain,
and sadness.
Howls, screams,
and curses.
Drowning in
black ink flowing.
s.b.
#poetry
I love to read poetry and I love to write poetry. Find my poetry books here: www.amazon.com/author/susan...
November 11, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Poetry speaks
for you when
your voice is
not enough.
Cries of
expression:
Rage, pain,
and sadness.
Howls, screams,
and curses.
Drowning in
black ink flowing.
s.b.
#poetry
I love to read poetry and I love to write poetry. Find my poetry books here: www.amazon.com/author/susan...
for you when
your voice is
not enough.
Cries of
expression:
Rage, pain,
and sadness.
Howls, screams,
and curses.
Drowning in
black ink flowing.
s.b.
#poetry
I love to read poetry and I love to write poetry. Find my poetry books here: www.amazon.com/author/susan...
The leaves they are a fallin’. Enjoy the colors while you can. Don’t think about all the leaf blowing and raking you’ll have to do.
I hope you have a day you need.
I hope you have a day you need.
November 11, 2025 at 12:45 PM
The leaves they are a fallin’. Enjoy the colors while you can. Don’t think about all the leaf blowing and raking you’ll have to do.
I hope you have a day you need.
I hope you have a day you need.
Music is for everyone, not just musicians. Art is for everyone not just artists. If you feel it, you get it, you make it and it’s great.
November 10, 2025 at 8:47 PM
Music is for everyone, not just musicians. Art is for everyone not just artists. If you feel it, you get it, you make it and it’s great.
10 silent struggles Boomers face in their 60’s and 70’s that they rarely talk about.
They’ve lived through wars, recessions, revolutions, and reinventions. They’ve watched the world shift under their feet—and they’ve kept standing.
vegoutmag.com/lifestyle/ge...
They’ve lived through wars, recessions, revolutions, and reinventions. They’ve watched the world shift under their feet—and they’ve kept standing.
vegoutmag.com/lifestyle/ge...
November 10, 2025 at 5:49 PM
10 silent struggles Boomers face in their 60’s and 70’s that they rarely talk about.
They’ve lived through wars, recessions, revolutions, and reinventions. They’ve watched the world shift under their feet—and they’ve kept standing.
vegoutmag.com/lifestyle/ge...
They’ve lived through wars, recessions, revolutions, and reinventions. They’ve watched the world shift under their feet—and they’ve kept standing.
vegoutmag.com/lifestyle/ge...
November greeted us with a dusting of snow.
Oh happy day. 🥶
Oh happy day. 🥶
November 10, 2025 at 2:10 PM
November greeted us with a dusting of snow.
Oh happy day. 🥶
Oh happy day. 🥶
The delicious gloominess of a rainy autumn morning.
My head may be flat, but my heart is full and round and bursting with love for life.
Happy Day!
My head may be flat, but my heart is full and round and bursting with love for life.
Happy Day!
November 9, 2025 at 1:32 PM
The delicious gloominess of a rainy autumn morning.
My head may be flat, but my heart is full and round and bursting with love for life.
Happy Day!
My head may be flat, but my heart is full and round and bursting with love for life.
Happy Day!